Tenderly,
we turn the patient,
watch its torn skin
seeping softness,
change its dressing,
keep it living
one more winter.
Monday, 24 December 2007
Quilt
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Mostly composed on the 07:33 to Finchley Road, then hastily typed up at work. Apart from the ones written surreptitiously in boring meetings or on the way home.
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