Long ago Henry lived
Where a new shadow
Of another old shape
Still Slips
Sometimes
Across the wall
Defining the yard
Where Henry lived
And
Shining Newer Shapes
Grow
Clipped
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Perhaps I’ve sat
Up here
Too long
But I could see
In the air
Tonight
A castle
Or was it a fortress?
Or nothing?
Against the gold over there.
– Gill McGrath. Diary.