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Thursday, 11 April 2019

Sixty Two

Maybe there is no sitting
Or perhaps
The location has been changed
Without my knowing
Either way I will sit
I always have that within me

No need to search out others
Nor to feel discarded
But first
A few words to be written
On the beauty
Of the whole process

I came outside
Into this garden
To write of all
That I could feel
Or sense
Or touch

I did not expect
To hear your whistle
But then again
Occasionally
My expectations
Are not so high


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