Sat on the old bench
– Captain Peter Percy –
The organist told him, “you can hear the ghosts of civil war, the voices of before.”
He glimpsed the hare, a fleeting goodbye
Did Peter ever sit on this bench, he considers, and the man with the Labrador said “the path is straight”,
he smiled at the thought, how great that would be, the truth being, it rarely was.
The World Outside the Window 