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Buried Treasure

Whilst you daydreamed,

your eyes seemed to lose their sheen

and you'd forget  how to empathise.

You shut the car door hard

as  if someone who wanted

to aspirate closure.

We spent two nights at the Cooden Beach hotel,

so we could hear June Tabor and Oyster band,

proceeding this performance ,

we had our four slices of toast and an Americano.

Your pink canvas bag

and polished  stilettos

underneath the dinner table

hid an issue or two

playing a parallel game.

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antony-glaser
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Sep 9, 2012
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