Agrippina
dog-eyed shape of ash
an owl leaving
the cool firs;
shadow of shadow;
floorboards creaking;
a curtain`s slight dance;
black and white as my own
standing in frills in a snap
in front of a Ford Prefect
with Dad after the war.
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