No.53
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Don’t wake her when it’s time to go
Best left alone, to pass unmentioned.
Though her predawn dreams may darken
Like sailors rising, blood-red mornings.
So the warmth ebbs from her bed;
Creaking floorboards, rest in silence.
Your car a kerbside patch of dryness
Beside a house where you don’t live.
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No.53
Erik Kaisson, 2018