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Wednesday, 22 October 2025

To put my work in context so to speak

I iron a shirt

And think of a dance floor

Will I ever be alone


You sing of telepathic messages

I think of youth


And a different kind of perspiration

Weeps into my eyes


What is poetry for

What is its raison d'ĂȘtre

A good question don’t you think


And one that I could only answer

With the words above