Long walks when all weather was moderate Dreams that state and retract confederate memories, the lollipop lady and children who sang songs in a careless land Songs attached to treaties that fell over The mad idea that made this changeover was socially unjust; the shop windows I had nearly forgotten, the false lows and highs of seventies suburbia Bricks of Berkshire memorabilia built, in seconds, a familiar face Unsteady at first, then solid at the place where Mum’s car stopped, forty-two years ago, on one return walk. Love can’t outgrow
those walks on Wessex Way, the long silence
Her nature, nurture and future guidance
was Christ-like, unconscious; and Teresa,
inside the school gates, was rather like her
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