Inside Out
- Terry Hodgson
- 13 hours ago
- 1 min read
Four of them walked across grass
Beneath and between trees
And they signed to us: Do not
Walk on the obvious graves,
As we strolled past them -
A game they are playing, we thought,
As they laughed and gestured,
And we laughed and gestured, too.
Then a larger group, laughing,
Joking, gestured more fiercely,
Slouched towards us on the path,
And we in turn fiercely gestured.
Other larger groups from here,
From there, pressed on all sides,
Criss-crossing, crowding the parkland,
Bustled us home to our room.
In front of a narrow sash window
We sat on a bed with a child,
Across from a factory which stood
On the field of my childhood.
Below came a knock at the door.
We looked up and did not answer.
It was them we thought, the ones outside
A while ago, wanting to come in.
©Terry Hodgson2025
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