AT THE VILLAGE CENTRE AT SEVEN O'CLOCK ON A LATER WINTER EVENING

For but the few lights

in the windows, the remaining

Christmas decorations,

you could think no one

lives here, in these houses

gathering together

at the crossing roads,

and perhaps they don't,

perhaps the people

who switched on the lights

just exist here, like the houses,

letting the years stream past.

07.03.2025

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