Counting small coins ...

We left my dad reading The Soldier's Return - 

The precinct was empty - 

Early evening drinkers watched TV football in The Parchment Makers - 

A homeless man lay in the doorway of Clarks - 

He's taken off his shoes Anne said - 

The duvet hardly covers him - his arms are bare - 

She bent over him, speaking softly - she handed him a note - 

Buy yourself a breakfast she said - 

We walked on, past Poundland - 

A log fire warmed us in The Old House At Home - 

Later, in the soft bed, I imagined being invisible - 

I saw myself, under a cold starless sky - 

I'd look up at the floodlit tower of St Faiths - 

I'd feel my bones dissolve into air - 

20.30

Saturday 23 October 2016

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