Fragments of David (XX)

Fragments of David

(XX)

Moving the goalposts around

Grant was the first to see her arriving

And the first to see sit there at the back

Her face in her arms

And the first to see her leave,

Her hair pushed down in the wind

Walking through the graveyard

Then the tunnel next to the canal

That led to the carpark

Before Grant finally caught up with her.


(A few of my poems 'Bad Neil Young cover versions in Nana's attic and The Swan have appeared on Poets Unplugged Podcast.

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