Sunday, 10 April 2016

His Master’s Voice

A scratched 78 crackles in the pipes of your lungs. 

Goodbye wife...goodbye child...

Alone, you trust to Sat Nav. 

The temptation is to ask someone the way: an archaic act in an age 
when everyone is just passing through. 

You walk a narrow path. See your grandfather wearing a copper bangle. 

The river is a little further along the way.

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