The ways we sometimes connect
RETURN
Some time in the night, the fire went out
RAINBOW
A new coat, shiny shoes, a letter
PRAYER
It's a moon of sorts, but unremarkable
SCALES
He was always a dog man
A-E-I-O-U
Scabby schoolboys
It was your birthday and you were drunk
NOON
Read a poem, get arrested
REED
No-one comes here anymore
NAILS
I suddenly felt in need of a hug
Pitch Pine and old orators
Some were shocked, yes, but not everybody
They are selling angels in the market
BEANS
True darkness has a weight
She had a thing about wasps. And bees.
I'm going down to the sea
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