Month: August 2022

popcorn

popcorn on the kitchen floor

crouch down

pop it in the mouth

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Still

To be still, one must balance,
To balance, one must move,
Stillness in motion.

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Midnight

Midnight can be
my golden hour.
It is late
But mind must write.
Pour, leek, radiate.
No guilt
or worry.
There’s a quiet
lorries whisper
motorbikes blare
but nothing to do
but sleep

or write.