And there was I
busily rehashing an old story,
when next I spotted the birds
doing their usual thing,
but oblivious of yesterday.
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©Rachael Stanley
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Feb 28th 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Memory
How long ago it seems now,
A vague memory
Coming through the mist of years,
Surfacing beneath the layers of mask
Like a wild beast trying to break free.
Why this pounding in the chest -
This deafness in the ears?
Why the biting of lower lip?
Why?
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