Grey Muse
The nowness of everything
Sunday, 6 April 2025
I walked there still
The gentle Syrian put down his scissors -
Happy
he asked -
I looked at myself in the mirror -
I remembered Egypt -
The ancient sky -
The stars above the sand -
I walked there still -
Yes
I said -
Wareham
April 2025
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