Follower
The first time I saw you
you were walking on the sea.
I took off my shoes and followed.
The second time I saw you
you were drinking homemade wine.
I poured some in a cup and swallowed.
The third time I saw you
you were hanging from a tree.
Shall I take off my shoes and follow.
poem by Gillian Commerford
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