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published
in anthology, Genius Floored, ed. Ruth O’Callaghan,
Soaring
Penguin, 2009, ISBN 978-0-9552871-6-9
Losing Touch
Letters
unanswered, unforwarded.
Finally,
I tracked you down
to
a room where you’d found work
in
a care home.
I
could see the years
had
been long ones.
White
overall
sensible
shoes
tidy
hair
you
sat surprised
in
a dark corner
on
your single bed
offering
little
avoiding
my eyes
ignoring
my questions.
A
distant smile
in
the space between us
dashed
all hope
I’d
find you spiralling
headlong
into
your
next adventure.
No
sign of your old tote bag
no
beads, nor record sleeves, to hint
at
the heady music that filled our days.
Where
did you leave
your
red and orange kaftan
the
sandals that hitched to North Africa
and
home again?
I
didn’t expect to find you like this
nor
to leave you
with
your hands trembling.
Frances White
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