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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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