where would the evening star
be
without the edge of city roofs
or an unlit road
in the middle of nowhere
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on the long terraced row
eternity was confirmed
by the blue neon strip
above the chemist’s shop
but look the other way and
a light from the bakery
meant fresh bread
was coming
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panis angelicus
acoustic purity
in a private chapel
nuns’ disearthed voices
fade away
to the noise of the road
where schoolgirls commune
around a bus stop
and faith and hope
lean into cloistered
talk on the way up to
the suburbs
fit panis hominum
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