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A Moment to Tell You<\/strong><\/p>\n The last few ends of rain <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Carolyn Oulton<\/strong> is Professor of Victorian Literature and Programme Lead for Creative and Professional Writing at Canterbury Christ Church University. Her most recent collection\u00a0Accidental Fruit<\/i>\u00a0is published by Worple Press. Her website is at\u00a0carolynoulton.co.uk<\/a>\u00a0<\/u><\/u><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Moment to Tell You The last few ends of rain wear out on a window. A bird with no reason to stop rushes past wet leaves, the many colours of dust sagging. Even the grass is heavy with apples. I smell through the glass, just as I hear you breathing through […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19787","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19787","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19787"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19787\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20051,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19787\/revisions\/20051"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19787"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19787"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19787"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwear out on a window.
\nA bird with no reason to stop
\nrushes past wet leaves,
\nthe many colours of dust
\nsagging. Even the grass
\nis heavy with apples.
\nI smell through the glass,
\njust as I hear
\nyou breathing through the walls
\nof this quiet house,
\nwatch ink slowly
\npermeate a page
\nwhere I tell you I love you,
\nat this distance that is just
\nno distance at all.<\/p>\n