Hello Christina, I like this poem. Makes me think how unprepared I am myself
and not to take too much for granted. SallyJ
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: Unprepared (first draft)
>Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2003 08:56:06 EST
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> Unprepared
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> Years on, she sighs when she sees fruit
> or onions that roll from a stall to the gutter.
> Thank God for masking tape, double-glazing
> and Safeways home delivery. Thank God
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> for not being trapped, breathing in germs.
> She knows how to keep warm, how to cook
> by nightlight flames: luke warm soups
> of core and peel. But what will she do
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> if she hears a child through the walls
> or looks out to see her neighbours thirst
> when she's sixty litres of bottled water
> on her balcony? Enough for months
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> rationed with almost genetic thrift. Enough
> to eke out for two or even three.
> A team of boys play football in the pen,
> shout, 'Yeh, nice one - it's a goal!'
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> christina fletcher
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