Inspired by Willa Cather’s novel, ‘My Antonia’.
I can see them now
although
I’d rather not.
Why then, do I see
them
and what they are?
Now.
When really
right now
I would rather
not.
See.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020
Image by skeeze from Pixabay
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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