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

 

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