can read the latest
spread-eagled
news on my windscreen:
the oblique messages
written in thin blue ink
on narrow feint A4
worn out programmes
or the backsides of menus.
But only the ghost of ‘Yet to Come’
can read what lies
in the spaces
between your lines.
© Sophia Roberts
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© Sophia Roberts
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