The White Horse
The rain is my grief for my mother.
Like this train heading west
through rain
I travel into it
learning about loss
as I go.
Last night my father
conked out in his chair –
he has so much
to think about –
which is what I have just done
Pewsey, Westbury, Castle Cary
floating by
in a dream
a very grey dream.
You only need to visit Venice once
because it never leaves you.
At Paddington
my flat white was not flat
nor was it white.
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Anthony Wilson’s most recent books are The Afterlife (Worple Press, 2019) and Deck Shoes, a collection of essays (Impress Books, 2019). In 2015 he published Lifesaving Poems (Bloodaxe Books), after his blog of the same name. www.anthonywilsonpoetry.com
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