His Last Duchess

His Last Duchess

Hugh stepped back from the microphone,

his lingering refrain hanging around

like a transfixed cloud in a cobalt sky;

Cases packed, farewells grudgingly given

he walked away from the crowds.

The last song singing itself quietly

inside the mind that was moving on,

an ear-worm to an era ending;

for the past is never gone.

‘’And the Rodneys are queuing up,

God forbid…’

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