Friday, 28 December 2012

Who Could It Be At This Time Of Night?

In one of those seemingly endless summer evenings
we arrived at a junction with a telephone box.
Oak trees towered over the crossroads. The leaves
pressed down on the red roof of the telephone box.

We walked down a lane
where suspicious faces
peered from cottage windows:

strangers abroad at this time of night? 

 

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