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My stories

A Wishing Well

I dreamt of you as a wishing well that dried, not one with an old bucket and a crumbling wall, more like that fountain that you find in Rome but saw it empty, derelict, exposed,

You have only a few weeks to live

.....You expect an explanation. A flashback: a looming separation....

Light on adultery

We are not falling in love, for love is an addition to light that falls out of the shadows, the way a song is descending with high and low tunes or water colours seeping into a moist paper landscape

The morning they go rowing

The morning they go rowing, swans bring them no closer to perfection. Nor do reeds bow against the stream. They argue which stroke will turn their boat, which method reverse this drifting into another possibility of capsizing

It is too late

In a rich wetland redolent of spring, deep in the reeds, their spikes lit by the sun some actual Tyrannosaurus Rex enjoy an early run

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