Issue: "No Sat Nav...No Map...No Regrets"
looking behind
there is no trace
of you
no footfalls
announce your presence,
but when I close my eyes, you come
rest yourself
the time will come
for fightsongs
when jealous gods come courting,
do not be tempted
to lay your body down
in the old dovecote
throaty coos
of pigeons echo
I call out
your name,
for the first and last time
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