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(Singapore 2019)


Twilight. Watch trees on the near shore.

A tug boat chuckles at a private joke;

white furrow through the jade. Today

sea and sky reach an accommodation;


time is distance. And, did we

make the most of little or the least of

a greater gift? The way meaning comes

on like white horses. Or words lie


side by side on deck in the twilight

icing. Out of sight, the city sweats

under thunder-headed clouds. Two Gweilos

promenade. Not quite hand in hand.


No. Breath of air – I can’t stand it.

Their voices carry.

Neil Flatman