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It was the cheap Polish coal Sweeping down from chimney and slate, Staining windows, levelling off At doors, settling on walks Where evidence showed me hurrying To my bed-sitting room In prints of snow and soot. The roses dipped, Foxgloves closed Against the odour. It was the kitchen. Tomatoes, carrots, onions Slicing vaporous air hanging Veil-like on dark windows. I coughed. Too many cigarettes? My nose bled. I pulled out a hankie And coughed again. When I removed my coat My eyes were red. You'd notice. Perhaps it was a combination . You knew my eyes. Weeks are still less tolerable. Smoke, soot, salads, Which really doesn't matter, Strangely mix, tossing  off our years. Cheap Polish coal. **** cheap Polish coal.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
It Was the Cheap Polish Coal
It was the cheap Polish coal Sweeping down from chimney and slate, Staining windows, levelling off At doors, settling on walks Where evidence showed me hurrying To my bed-sitting room In prints of snow and soot. The roses dipped, Foxgloves closed Against the odour. It was the kitchen. Tomatoes, carrots, onions Slicing vaporous air hanging Veil-like on dark windows. I coughed. Too many cigarettes? My nose bled. I pulled out a hankie And coughed again. When I removed my coat My eyes were red. You'd notice. Perhaps it was a combination . You knew my eyes. Weeks are still less tolerable. Smoke, soot, salads, Which really doesn't matter, Strangely mix, tossing  off our years. Cheap Polish coal. **** cheap Polish coal.
Wexford, Ireland.
francie-lynch
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
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