Dining Room (Nearby)

The noise picks up
As lunchtime begins
The gong surely sounds
For the love you bring

The queues slowly shuffle
As the trolleys pass by
Conversations start to rustle
As the poets quietly sigh

And still you avoid
The everyday invitation
Your words without shape
Are hurtful to creation

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Common Room

French conversation
Overheard somewhere near
Did I ever doubt
That you knew I would be here

Rag laid, oranges and creams
With sculptures too
How easily you do settle
In anywhere remotely new

White clouds float by
Across those skies of blue
There is no longer any fear
As I write these words for you

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& Buts

I wouldn’t have
You, I think you’ll agree
You would have
We, together or apart

We couldn’t have
Though, perhaps
In another life
Yes, maybe we could have

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Ifs

I most certainly would have
You probably wouldn’t have
I most absolutely should have
You quite likely shouldn’t have

I surely could have
You as it happens
Couldn’t have
I, looking back

Shouldn’t have
You, on reflection
Maybe should have
I, I hope you know

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Darling, Winter’s Over

I didn’t really know
Neither did you say
I hadn’t seen the show
Nor felt the need to pray

I didn’t want to go
But wasn’t welcome to stay
It wasn’t for me though
For you to have your own way

I listened, to the song of the snow
By the American stray
When the blackbird said hello
And blue skies turned to grey

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