Friday, 5 March 2010


why do I keep so much
in my pockets?

perhaps it is the cold
or is it
the colour right and matching answers
are difficult to come by
this side of the mirror
by a wild creature

This poem started off as the closing verses to another poem, but it never quite fit, so I gave it a life of its own. It seems more gracefull, more poignant this way.

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