Grey Muse
The nowness of everything
Tuesday, 11 June 2024
A gentle Afghan cuts my hair
A gentle Afghan cuts my hair -
His eyes are wounded by memory -
I see his face above mine in the mirror -
He sees the faces of his dear ones -
Hears their voices -
Still breathes their air -
Wareham
June 2024
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