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Poetry

Dark Cupboard

I’m in a cupboard, peeking into the light.

If you looked, you’d see my eye,

and I’d see you.

All of you.

Even your well worn Volleys.

Especially those.

White.

(Not so white at all.)

I’d smile, but you’d not know it.

All you’d see is my eye, remember this.

Here, in this cupboard, it is warm.

It is warm,

and I see you.

I always did see you.

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Fable

The Bear

‘You must not fuss,’

said the boy to the bear.

‘This pot may no longer overflow with honey.

But look.

At the pot.

At its rainbow shine,

at its faded inscription.

This pot has been cherished.

And because it has been cherished

it shines,

and it fades

all at the same time.

Who cares if the taste 

of its beautiful

is over.

A memory of life,

enough to feed the two of us,

still lives in your hands.

Let us sit

and eat it together.’

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Poetry

A Bright New Day

Moon sat at the edge of the rainbow,

where the dark clouds shone silver in the sky.

‘Rain if you must, dark clouds. I am ready.’

And when the rain came, moon wept

for the day that had come to an end.

‘It’s time,’ Moon said.

‘It’s time for the bright new day to begin.’

back view beach clouds dawn
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