I know that I, too, would wait for the lift doors to open, that my name would be on a policeman's list -
Men smoking Belomory cigarettes would enter the hallway -
The fearful city would be silent -
The moon would stop moving across the sky -
I'd remember a basement bar with a fringed light shade -
I'd murmur the words of a vodka toast -
One to hear
One to remember
And one to drink -
15.32
Wednesday 18 January 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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