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Sport 40: 2012


page 268


& there was the table, the chair, and a child
that sat in the kitchen to eat, and the quiet in
the hall, with no one around to count their own
footfalls, the cross-window whiter than usual
towards dusk, tiny creatures cutting through the
courtyard in flight and dust lay on the glass and
the child was so quiet and something that fell in
with a crash that was hot at its heart and grew
darker and, thudded and the child tore its eyes
wide open and was able, it was not able to see.