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Molly
Poems
Nov 2015
November
The air isn’t crisp for November
but it’s still soup and brown bread,
shivering **** on the terrace.
It’s dark at half four, but it’s still
not fast to throw my coat on.
Stopping and smacking the closed library’s door.
The rain’s hissing off the new tarmac
making clouds that my breath won’t.
But it’s still no sun, and old makeup washed off.
There’s no slush,
but there’s brown leaf sludge.
There’s ten thousand prospective students on campus.
There’s a panic. An anticipation of exams
and Christmas shopping.
But it’s still quiet nights and used teabags.
Written by
Molly
Ireland
(Ireland)
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