A story I can't understand ...

I don't think of sad things when it's dark -

I save such thoughts for when it's light -

I walk then once more upon Sunday pavements -

Past the high privet hedges -

The leafless tree -

I feel a small hand holding my arm -

A voice I can hardly hear -

A story I can't understand -


10.00
Thursday 24 January 2019

South Street
Wareham