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image book cover Sometimes in Winter by Conan Kennedy

D a l k e y   H i l l

Remembering AB and GD, who jumped


They didn’t know each other.
They didn’t jump together.
There were several years between the suicides.
But there was a black mood on their days.
It was the same mood.
They jumped together into the quarry.
Their shadows are there in the scenery now
As I walk the hill with a fellow poet.
We discuss writing a poem about the view.
It is certainly magnificent.
I note the smell of the gorse and he
The bend of that tree away from the wind.
We are Wordsworth and Southey out for a stroll.
Time will tell which of us was which.
It doesn’t really matter.
It is the same poem, same mood, same jump.


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