December 1991 by David Hare She drove me to Trouville in her black Volkswagen droptop Leaving Paris early by the Peripherique and getting there by noon There was frost even on the inside of the slanted back window And the laughable so-called heater pretty soon Gave out. The tyres rocked on the brittle brown concrete.Continue reading “December 1991 by David Hare”
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POETRY and PLACES 