After such a strange pile of months
the touch from a kind-eyed girl in a newsagent’s
and a lovely smile from a lady walking her boxer
renewed the bounce in my step to the pub
where last night I actually laughed out loud
and light-aled, whistled home up the hill,
glad of an anchoring molar-ache.
Nigel Lofthouse
Nigel Lofthouse lives walking distance from the England to Scotland border. He expores all the creative arts but writing seems to be the one he persists at.
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