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  • Matthew Warren


A poem written on the ascent to St John Fort, Kotor, 1st August 2022

You overtook me on the stairs.

Kotor’s teetering walls would have waited

but you ran as if they might run too,

as if you could be

the first to wash in the sight of the bay.

As I stepped aside,

You overtook me,

My gaze rippling in your wake

and something wistful in me running with you.


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