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Jan 2020
early. you got here first
while i was still asleep

worn out & emotional
the bad sort of tired

i prefer the weariness
that comes from honest
work, walking or travelling

i did none of that yesterday
just fiddling and fretting
over news

the new coal nuggets were
chosen wrong & worked out
good with a steady flames,
fluttering sparks to delight

i mended the roof slate teetering
on the kitchen chair and fixed
the guttering

now there is a juicy word
as is spluttering, a song

to be sung here interrupted
by tap dancing mayhap. so

we talk to each other and
carry on, carry on.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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   Weeping willow
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