Stuart Ross

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Cobourg, Night

 

If I shove the boxes

of books aside, drag

the curtains, crane my neck

just so, I can see the clock

on Victoria Hall. It

chimes twice. My parents

died in another city

75 minutes away. The story

of their lives, as filmed

by Ealing Studios, is screened

on the night sky. Here

it is exotic. Tonight:

the screening. Tomorrow:

the Pulled Pork Festival.

Down below, vines have tumbled

from the brick walls, encumbering

the porch. A green ribbon has

unravelled. I wind it tightly

around my well-sucked thumb.


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