Monday 31 October 2011

Combiing the Shadows


A man I had not met
told a story about leaving
England for life
on a sweet Greek island.

Like many tales
it was glances to ground,
an occasional lull
and breath;

reflected shadowy trees,
gaps between leaves,
sentences unfinished,
words unsaid,
letters, spaces,
sighs.

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