The river so dark,
the water sleeping
slow around its edges.
She asks
What time is it?
No matter.
Her eyes are wet with sleeping.
White: she revells
in her homeliness
and quietens
when she’s speaking.
She’s shy of answering
the door.
The fog rolls over
low on the water
and lying in bed
she pulls up
the covers.
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