Scott McKendry
Three Poems
Ugly
Taken so he’d never forget, there’s a photo of Monsieur Forgèt
sat outside Shakespeare and Company
the afternoon he sipped black coffee and smoked roll-ups –
a modest fantasy, now fulfilled –
taking in the scene: the recently-burnt-out Notre-Dame
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