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A little cheese and a little whine

One of my neighbours plays on the recorder

The evening seems unnaturally quiet
As daylight fades and still-warm afternoon
Gives way to autumn darkness
I listen to the city sounds, unusually
I realise how many things I hear
The traffic, voices, music
One of my neighbours plays on the recorder
Not three blind mice but something more
Elaborate and haunting
As if to underline the autumn stillness
Transforming and transporting northern nights
To somewhere more exotic
So many sounds, and yet I hear the stillness
Because the night herself now seems determined
To let me hear her business
The traffic, voices, music, all the workings
Of the city, all the steady rythms of life
She gathers up and carries
To my patient ears; and as I sit here longing
For some small loving miracle to touch me
She speaks and gives me hope.


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The Golden Bough
The Value of Nothing
The Fire
A Wolf at the Table
Devil Bones

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