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On the fence

Matt Gilbert

You wouldn’t believe

what I saw from the train,

as it slowed, outside Tulse Hill

a ghost, snagged on a wire,

between the embankment and

someone’s small back garden

rag cloaked, light pushing

through worn fabric, just

one thin leg had crossed over

caught in the act like a burglar,

frozen while trying to get out,

halfway between here and forever.

Matt Gilbert is a freelance copywriter, who also writes a blog at - mostly about place and books. He can also be found on twitter @richlyevocative. Originally from Bristol, England, he currently gets his fill of urban hills in South East London. He has had poems published by Anthropocene, Black Bough and Ink Sweat & Tears among others

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