Coming & Going
You came like a fanfare of sunflowers
Left as quiet as a whisker dropped by an owl
Your flat was multi-tenanted brickwork
Climbing the rungs of air
Snow fell in the country of your mind
In your precarious eyrie
The prying moon was the colour
Of a cold turnip
When you curled on your lonely sofa
Like a sere leaf
Hours passed on the flickering screen
Till the program ended
For me, nothing to do now
But mark time, like aching Orpheus
Maggots burrow into my guilt
I stamp my feet in the cold
Wait for the border to open
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