Even as I remember them, they fall from me.
Perhaps we were once a part, apart now
in the slush of waking, snowed by the fall
of the soft slow flakes of shall we call it time?
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David Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk
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