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Jun 2013
An old tree
once adored in majestic decoration
watches
a cat get fat
from a wet garden.
It feeds at different houses
but no longer a home,
shying from strokes,
used to the cold
and
forgetting love.
Barer branches see
a sudden migration
in winter years
leave a street emptier;'
no more advice on hanging washing,
papers passed on or prescriptions dropped off.
Time and season
lost.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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