The Visitor | Jenny Middleton

I open my door and find you waiting Amongst autumn and falling, failing light Dressed in the thickness of a dun overcoat, The verdurous twine of ancient forests Un-scrolling as you speak. Your cracked lips shape islands and words isolate The truth of your visit and the sickness Of plastic churns grey in our ocean …

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