Friday, 9 January 2015

b r o o k e p a r k

there is a pink-footed light
spilling out of brooke park
against the grey haze of evening. 

you would have been 100 today

and the world has exhaled
secretly;in hope.

I smell the rain above this historic city

and wait for the wind to come;
from the flames.

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