From The Table Backed By Octaves In Their Slumber

They move
to watch the people;
the city spreads its sprawl.
Schrödinger’s poetry
lay waiting.

Published by William Altoft

Writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol. View all posts by William Altoft

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