Monday 16 January 2012

Settled

I'm surfing this angel shroud of a day
Pouring sugar ash on slate roofs
Like the first few times,
When I was surer, shorter
Watching the tissue frost settle
On old Victoria, green globed and rusting,
Vigilant over the car park.
I walked the square mile again
Breath-ghosts vapoured the same way.

By Ali A. Naqvi

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