This poem is taken from PN Review 15, Volume 7 Number 1, September - October 1980.
Shadows Coming
From the derelict garden creeps the cat;
And spirits; and thoughts.
Wild-all.
During the day the garden had stood back
A place to walk past, street-sober,
Unremarkable.
How has it held what for so long I have not thought of
This shadow that surrounds nowhere I have seen?
Why does this place I have never set foot in and shall not
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