From this collection:
◦ Vanishing Act
◦ Church Lane End
◦ Twelve
From Selected Poems:
Vanishing Act ◦ Church Lane End ◦ Twelve
The thinnest of margins,
a shadow of doubt,
one moment you’re in,
next moment you’re out.
You play like an angel,
you slay the attack,
you run like a hare,
now you’re marching back.
So how has this happened,
and why are you here?
What terrible magic
made you disappear?