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Poem

Hugh Foley

We have come to accept that this is
Less sophisticated than it is a vessel for
Submissive conversations about interest rates.
By which statement I undertake
To do more

Than describe the falling star
With a detachment that remains
Somehow plangent.
It is early evening and everything is ending,
Gently, and with surprising grace.

The metal grates bounce softly
Off the floor as shops shut,
The flow of traffic isn’t stop start
But suggestively fast.
No one could step into it twice.

~

Hugh Foley is reading for a DPhil in English at Exeter College, Oxford.