The clinking of flag strings against poles
the only sound in the deserted twilight park
with its November bare trees – that clinking
and farther-away traffic noise

– James Steerforth (© 2007)

All freshly seen, heard, felt.


About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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2 Responses to Sub-zero

  1. maryt says:

    James, this is lovely…I can hear it all, near and far! 🙂

  2. suburbanlife says:

    This one, I have walked into and am sussing out my surroundings, completely! Just great! G

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