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Oct 2013
We converse
no, we toy with conversation
each word a building block of sentences
that tumble

- we start again

as I take your old age for child play
placing one sentence upon another
suddenly you’ll remember who I am
you giggle into the dark warmth of your bedcovers

- only to re-emerge

bemused
by a world of scattered toys and broken memories.
Shiloh Harmitt
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