trout

Just a short note from the watchman, another minor character

Bernadette Hall

you find me here still trying to write a footnote to The Oresteia
distracted by the panopticon of big clouds over water
the sherbet burst of acacia in a wicker hurdle
bent over the vellum with a frown  –  ’twas a tough time
we had of it I have to say, but hey, when it all boils down
I wouldn’t have missed it, not even for another year above ground