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Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Cube 5: Left, bottom, front, right, back, top

The red telephone box is gone
Only a small square
Of flattened tar-macadam remains
Of those cross-channel love conversations

Someone once told me
Of those cross-channel love conversations
Where the calf acts as a second heart
Pumping blood around the body

Should either of these stories be true
Only a small square
Of remains would be a fine thing
Someone once told me

A place for a fountain
Of remains would be a fine thing
A place for a patch of freesias
Where the calf acts as a second heart

A scent, a memory of skin on skin
Of flattened tar-macadam remains
A place for a patch of freesias
Pumping blood around the body

Should either of these stories be true
The red telephone box is gone
A place for a fountain
A scent, a memory of skin on skin


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