We could sketch out the pattern on paper
fill in our own noughts and crosses
add a pinch of magic
– bubbly bubbles to lift the pain
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Down Her Way
on the beach again, waveburst, wave after tremor,
mercury lustre, still cool, head towards sun, set,
she haunts, she shuffles, I spiral around,
crisp fine cotton, shadow children,
orphans, everywhere
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Decompression
I just want to curl up in the sun
let it all go
Let whatever is being held back
let it do what it wants to do
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Spin Cycle
They say, don't they, the purpose of a revolution
– think bicycle wheel driven through a puddle –
is to spin off drops into space
– nothing to do with top and bottom changing places