Ian Bowen - A Tired Observation

Ian Bowen - A Tired Observation

A curtain slightly moves br as a well-after-midnight breeze br blows cold kisses at a guttering candle. br Silver knives and forks br now lie on empty, stained plates br as hosts and guests br sip brandy from bulbous glasses. br br Simultaneous yawns, put pay br to a continuation of merriment br as guest struggle into warm coats. br Outside on the wet, shiny streets, br we drive into daybreak, passing br the street-cleaning lorry br and a rattling milk float. br In sleeping houses as we pass... br br no curtains slightly move.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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