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John Edward Smallshaw
Poems
Jul 2018
The 21:49 to Jericho
We brush it under the carpet
but we cannot forget it.
My memory is a sieve,
give it an inch
and it'll take a while
wondering who you are.
No mean feat in this heat
Fate must play a hand and
usually it's the underhand
I muse on this over muesli
which the lady insists upon.
I remembered once
I think,
but it doesn't matter
because
I was never gone
just somewhere else
when the sun shone.
now I am synchronized
my
wounds have been cauterised
and I am
putting down the railroad ties
and getting back on track.
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw
68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)
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