hatchbacks on fire
a poem or pic a day until I die or dont; the online home of Ford Dagenham
Thursday, 19 December 2024
AN ENDING FRAG
& afterwards
we
slog
hollow boned
up
the
hill
to the witches condo
where we had hung up our coats
& our
gone pets
are
darting & glitching
in
the
periphery fuzz & snow
of
the
early gloom
of
valley dusk
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