"I just want to live somewhere nicer."
- A woman in an expensive coat, walking along toward Swain's lane and talking on her mobile.
He: "You're just standing up for yourself then, aren't you?"
She: "Yeah, I guess so. I'm just getting what I want. That's what people do, isnt't it? Just take what they need?"
He: "Yeah."
- A young couple walking back from the market.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Friday, December 02, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
The recollection of perspective
The squeal of the steel gate splits my ears and concentration,
breaking my brief enjoyment of a half-petalled hydrangea's head.
How did I become this - all metal gates and distraction -
when once I was unfenced wilderness, big sky?
Was I ever that? Or did I fear it?
Is this London garden gate the dead end of my defences,
the prison to which I fled?
The sky turns, and so do I, tiny on the planet's edge.
Vast midnight waits - but here and there, a star.
breaking my brief enjoyment of a half-petalled hydrangea's head.
How did I become this - all metal gates and distraction -
when once I was unfenced wilderness, big sky?
Was I ever that? Or did I fear it?
Is this London garden gate the dead end of my defences,
the prison to which I fled?
The sky turns, and so do I, tiny on the planet's edge.
Vast midnight waits - but here and there, a star.
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