In Passing


Last night the party
and pop-up couples,
new shapes sliding
through music and open doors.
A lovely woman
dressed in silk imaginings,
and ghosts of innuendo
tapping bedroom windows,
gritty creatures washed away
by morning and strong coffee,
reality and sunlight
unfurling over
shadow-crows
cackling in darkness.


Copyright  Anne Fraser





 
 

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