This text is presented alongside the exhibition Circling the plane by Eleanor Amor and Lorna Quinn as part of the Seventh Gallery Emerging Writers’ Program 2024.

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The back lane heaved with familiarity

the bottle tree passed by,

leaving me to meet the wire fences and metal gates keeping

the voices and faces at arm's length

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The light from the main street

had left me to fill in the blanks—

The moon was needed elsewhere that night

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It hadn't seemed important