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Michael Vince

Michael Vince lives in Athens. He is a contributor to PN Review.

Poem: ‘Sunday Lunch’

Michael Vince, 3 April 1980

It’s hot and there are flies here and I drank A lot too much; the children scream and run Out from the tables, chasing in the sun;  A driver peers and shakes his head Then points towards the fig-trees further down Where trout for lunch float idly in a tank; My neighbour fills my glass, empties his own,  Then toys with crumbled ends of bread.

We drink to aimlessness, the...

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