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Saturday 29 March 2014

Closure

Away off Bluestone Heath
I see the dust trails rising
As if the wagon trains were
Leaving from East of Eden

At home in the garden
A warm breeze flowing
As if the spring-step of life
Was all over the grieving


This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
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