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In Cirencester
William Gibson
In Cirencester,
we went to see the Amphitheatre.
After a long walk
and bad map reading by me,
or maybe it was a bad map
we found it.
It was dark and the
sound
of the road pulled back.
The steep green slope,
the old man-made bowl
held me in its centre.
From the top of the
slope
she took a photograph.
I felt the ghosts
sitting on the sides of the bowl staring at me.
I wonder how the Romans
like the cold night air
of September.
In the morning,
we drove past the Cathedral in the sunlight
southwest to Tetbury.
We saw
no Romans on the road.
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