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John Glenday

What is love if it is not an unravelling

against the dark? In the moonless field
between house and river, remember

how you stood with your arms
wide to the night, under every tumid
star, waiting for one to drop.

— John Glenday, “Windfall,” The Golden Mean (Picador, 2015)

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