Monday, 14 October 2013


Pushed open the gate in the yard today,
The rust falling on the ground below,
I walked out like a mummy with a candle
In hand wondering where to go,
'Where did you come from?' I asked her,
'Goodnight', she said, on her way home
To walk across the iced over lake, to
The other side, before the town wakes up.

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