Hi deborah does not sound too cheery out your way-liked air tastes the poem
(hope it did not choke though
Cheeries P back from allotment
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Subject: notebook snap
Notebook
air tastes the poem, the notebook half-bruised
call it an edge; power lines crack in sleeping sun;
sky yellow, silver fade; luminous grey - this invisible
dying . . . rust forms around cups, bones - driveways
cold stones; streets snap - engines burn, sunrise
Deborah Russell , 06
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