By Brian Smith
One Deep Breath's prompt of belonging also brought out these poetic offerings...
From
This Girl Remembers:
I hear a footstep
After a silent evening
You are home at last
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Cats curled on my lap
Each carefully ignoring
The other’s presence
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In conversation
I make the wrong reference
You know what I meant
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Watching a movie
The audience is quiet
Then two laughs ring out
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Two forks in the sink
Two spoons, two glasses, two plates
Four hands as we wash
From
Tumblewords:
Winterland
White, wool, gloves, ice boots
Snow angels
And, from
Ackworth born, gone west: