Agnès Bridges Like a Souvenir

 

I sit outside her house

on a slab of quartz the daughter

of another quarried carried across

the border to make the bridge

under which she escapes

finds shelter at night

brought back by the fire

brigade every time

 

distraught

(you can’t tell anyone)

 

 

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Melisande Fitzsimons

 

 

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