Same Parallel

it was Summer again

and in Deptford the final frontier, before its streets discovered Autumn

and you stood, feet apart like a cowboy

and the cat, hiding alone and by the catholic church

wasn’t speaking.

Later, in a Turkish shop

you drank soup in garish purple

the window stubborn at your back and I couldn’t see

if rain ricocheted your cheeks

or unspoken words hailed like bullets.

And when the train came

and when we’d waited 10 minutes

we boarded separate carriages

as if watching each other

from opposite shores of the same vast lake.

for the youngest of 8


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