"a wondeful observation of what seems real... yet there's somekind of important transformation taking place..." - Jo Shapcott |
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FOURTH PRIZEWINNER Jenny Galton-Fenzi and in the summer garden all her family On a table in the shade, a pile of gifts: her eyes, tries to remember all their names; a small biplane swoops in from nowhere, begins knows it's her long-dead lover, Stanislaus, |
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raise their glasses; 'To Granny!' She smiles and nods. Above their heads, he's blazoning her name in vapour trails from east to west across the brilliant sky. |
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