Memory Assassin
Tuesday, 14 August 2012
uʍop ǝpısdn
I drove down with an Alice cake, fondant
unbreakably boxed
and an heirloom opal
about to be lost.
Between a marsh and a lake,
fallen trees and errant gulls
held the secrets
of carnival leaves.
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