As a precocious Valentine Gift to M and A

( just like N and P in the old days of ECE)





















An Oxford street winter evening

walking alone
Among all that crowd

feeling inside
A thousand-year-old witch


Afraid of frightening the sparrows

Afraid of breaking the spell

You do not dare
Turning your head, looking behind

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Two of your lovely friends

Dawn sparrows,
murmuring all the way,
following you

Profused of it,
feeling whole the street brighter by their radiation

You want the world to stop forever

With their hands just so clipped together

An impossible desire ...

You can just wish
Maybe your spell works again
Just like the last time you wished so ...

Puff the spell

Now you can turn around your head ...