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Sonja Benskin Mesher
Poems
Oct 2020
..the jug..
white with red is cool and dramatic
he came by yesterday
his tyres were fat and I smiled
she said they were purposed for snowy terrain
there was none of that here
it was hot
and the birds sang different
i feel
or is it the space
feels special
things start to relate
what needs to be done next
and now I listen
my brother phoned
the one who refuses to talk of the past
talked of the past as always again
talked of days out with granny and why
her strictures ?
suddenly I understood
maybe
she was scared too.
my granny
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Sonja Benskin Mesher
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