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Poetry, I'm having a break from gardening posts, but not for long so be warned.

Sunday, November 18, 2012





About a Cockroach


 


A cockroach is climbing up the wall


into the kitchen after a night of thunder.


You call me in to see and I explain


that it would be sad to leave it there:


it might fall into the soup;


We must take care


that no-one eats it.


You pick it up in a handi towel


and carry it outside,


to hide it in the wood pile.


 


I see then that a kind of faith

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