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Feb 2014
wine stains on the shelf
a flash of irritation ended
coverless on the couch

separateness lingers into morning
politeness papers over open wounds
where repairs could have been made
memory wire refuses to uncoil

we'd overwound the pound-shop threads
of our connection
scraped each filament to fronds
that could part at any moment
but didn't

we argue our differences, forget
to celebrate our samenesses
sensing barriers
where none are
Sheila Craig
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Sheila Craig  Close to the New Forest
(Close to the New Forest)   
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   --- and Bobbie Lea Mullener
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