Jill I am not sure what is happening -maybe feels like three poems to this
old fuddled head!!cheers P
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From: Jill Jones
Sent: Wednesday, August 19, 2015 9:13 AM
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Subject: JJ snapping at windows
DUD WINDOWS
Keeping sorry keeps nothing.
Those leaves you lifted
from some important breeze
don’t feel like paper.
Are they something
worth discovering?
Who says otherwise?
If we know who you are
if you looked that might
say different.
Do we need opinions?
Who went there once?
Who do you direct
your songs unto?
And who’s listening?
Who, indeed, stares out
of windows, looking
for someone to blame?
Windows and privileges.
Dead leaves, dud processes.
The list goes on.
I’ll be moving in that direction.
The one where I trip on my assumptions
where the concrete’s cracked.
Because I didn’t fix anything I said
I’m staring at sky from ground.
A storm’s coming out of the hills.
The air changes.
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