Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

Off the grid into the distance
melliphony of Dylan Thomas' voice
still rings in my ears
like petals yellow after hosing the rosebush
introing the Collected till now
with a statement of this place, this time
this mind in this state
none other is where it's at again
as the door creaks and she screams in whisper
'It's half-past three!'

West Parley