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It's Friday!

It’s Friday! It’s Friday!
The school children shout.
It’s Friday! It’s Friday!
But they won’t let us out!

They dash us through spelling
and draw up the art. 30 more words

Salvation Army

Who out there might I have saved
If I had joined the fighting?
Who might I have kept alive
and who was dead already?

And which among them would have fought… 123 more words

The Bakery in Winter

At the bakery in winter the old men hold the door
(though it sticks open on the uneven floor)
for their trundling wives.
The wind is urgent and less polite and… 267 more words

I just had a man who I really longed to hold

He had dreams as big as mine that would last til we were old… 162 more words

Stream Of Consciousness

5.30 AM

Morning at five thirty
Change colours
Dark blues turned gold, beauty
The warm glow slowly follows
So clean
And pure
The scent of morning… 72 more words



Like the house you grew up in
and the tree that you climbed.
Like the hill that you’d sled down
and the fossils you’d find. 180 more words

Bone Oil

Lotsa gold left in the land,
Lotsa blue left in the sky.
My face within your tender hands.
Your fingers and my eyes.

Song as soft as baby feet. 82 more words