Monday, October 28, 2013

Interesting that Mary-Lou read out the following verse from A NEST TWICE BUILT, on radio yesterday. I had recently received an email from another reader who said these words connected with her as well...

It was just a quick catch up,
takeaway coffees on a park bench.
Our feet kicked at autumn leaves,
a sparrow our silent witness.
And something else too,
humming between our words

  - the guilt of distant possibilities