St Non's Close

She plays on the threshold
early morning, pitch-dark doorstep

Her nature wants night closer
closer breathes deep, beyond breath,
whispers, invites, welcomes us and back

She knows every future brings imagining
doubt cancelled
She'd fry if she went out in the sun

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I walk through your photographs
try to guess the years in between
I've got to have you
analysed, labelled
maybe make you
change your name
or do something
I've suggested

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It's not the miles travelled
the strange beds and odd pillows
it's new frontiers
old dreams with new colours
new beauty

I keep looking at the curtains

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