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Monday 16 March 2020

Echoing

Nothing is ever completed
And so
Nothing new is ever really begun
Yet, just in that one glimpse
Another memory altogether
Rises to the surface
Such is the beauty
Of where we have been
If only we care to remember

All then lies in wait
If only
Our energies are forthcoming
I am not quite listless
Neither moribund
But simply settled in the moment
As the aircraft rumbles overhead
And one remembers
The cacophony
Of today’s dawn chorus


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