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Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Summer Smirr

Taking the Cemetery Short-cut on a Damp Day

Cool rain brings freshness.
Tall stones glisten.
Pattering leaves above.
I wait beneath the canopy, 
Amongst the quiet dead.
No deluge comes.
Drops cool upon my head,
Bring me no pain.
Soft summer rain.

The council cuts,
And yet does not:
Wild weeds abound.
The dead surround.
They feel no pain,
In soft summer rain.

Thin in plastic clothes,
His mind senses cold.
In shirtsleeves,
A plump man shivers.
Expectation prevails.
I don't feel pain,
From soft summer rain.

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