Monday 1st December

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SKY AS LOW AS MILK & GREY:

Up On The Roof‘, the song lodged in my bones
when I was young, loved the melancholy between
the voice & strings, the hidden sigh, the alone-ness
I could identify, even that age. Perhaps it’s why
I park the car on the roof in every town. Something
about solitude, a look-out, a tower, an early warning,
see them coming, light a beacon, get the jump, build
a sky bridge to the edgeland,something about being
up high, close enough to be touched by the sky.

(K)

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