there is no one about down the back road
just two squirrels.
i wander up the slope to the studio
to see if she is in.
she had issued one invitation only. a quaint
old fashioned idea, that we may be friends
please come ,take a drink, talk with me
maybe walk with me
let us get to know each other gently
do not over stay the welcome 50 minutes will suffice
breaking cups spilling tea will abuse the hospitality
please come. i have the kettle on. this is not the time
she knows this is a corpse road, an old …
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