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Oct 2019
She opened the window above his bed
(How else will his spirit rise?)
I could have said
that his is a spirit that defies convention -
domestic or foreign -
his spirit would not wait for our permission.
But instead I smiled
at the February chill and the gas bill
that would have made my dad shudder.
Memories of February 2000.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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