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Jul 2022
Morning.

Now and only now
the birds rouse themselves
they won't be catching worms today

the oak trees don't care
they just stand there
woodenly.

I'm stood too
staring vacantly
but it's all being recorded
on my internal drive.

No need for me to rush
I let the stream do that
it has had more practice.

The clock ticks on
tic tac
in Spanish,

Time is a language
I understand.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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