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Hollie
Poems
Aug 2010
No White Left
There's no white left
It is all grey
all brown
The white is pockmarked
By the partially melted
snow in the streets
Splattered on to it
like hot oil onto a hand
In some places it is worn away
like an old shoe
carried by many feet
on a journey to nowhere
There is evidence though
The footprints are a testimony
The field may be empty
but the evidence is there
The journey was taken
Even though thereβs no white left
(c) H Turner
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