Le poète Villon


On the final day of the winter

A white envelope fell from my door

Fragile do not bend was written crudely

Next to my address which had been misspelt

It contained three black and white photographs

Which to my great surprise showed Miriam and Julie

In what appeared to be a bar in Glasgow

On the back of one of the photographs

The name of my missing sister had been added

The envelope also contained her small Villon ring


to be continued