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Phil Miller: a poem


It can be felt

before it is seen:

the old brown river,

an unburied body

alive in its self-dug grave

in the ancient trees.

Parting the leaves

like patients

in a green ward

we step through their net,

and there it flows

as it ever has, the same course,

deep on the far side,

always moving

and remaining.

We heave stones;

smooth messages skim

the thick brown water.

Last time we stood here,


we were different people.

Last time we stood here,


it was a different river.

Philip Miller is a writer and poet based in Edinburgh. His poems have been published in print and online and his novels are The Blue Horse (2015), All the Galaxies (2017) and The Goldenacre (2022).


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