Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Saturday, 3 November 2012


Now this autumn we can walk with luck through golden leaves
Sandy blown upon the downtown streets
Still silted by a line of the unfulfilled

Do you remember the day when we were hard pressed
To find a store for eggs and sausage or fruit and vedge
When the littlest flashlight or tea candle meant success

The prepared tub drained slowly down the plughole whilst we slept
But we had gas and woollen jumpers over an eight month belly
When the waters broke outside

Then we watched reports on New York One
About how we would be overcome
It was inevitable when the screen went

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