I watch your back, naked to the waist
as you fasten the clasp around your wrist.
That it then? I say, knowing
as the breeze did – the air lifting in
from the October morning street
where lamplighters used to walk
each evening, leaving orbs
of light along the worn
and shifting slabs.
___________
Hilary Watson lives in Cardiff. She's a graduate of Warwick University’s Writers’
Programme and was a Jerwood/Arvon Mentee 2015/16 with mentor Caroline Bird.
She has been shortlisted for the Troubadour International Poetry Prize and the Live
Canon Prize.
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