Poetry in “The Listener”

Tony Jackson is my cousin Shirley’s husband.

He wasn’t joking.

This was the 360˚ view from the top of what used to be their garden.

What he doesn’t say is that

a) the hillside stopped at his backdoor, with a massive poplar resting gently against his roof.
b) they’ve been living in motels for 2 months…

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