15 August 2010

Morning Broken

10 July 2010

Break of day.
Cellophane-wrapped then popped open.  Fresh!
My heart dances on the fragrant air.  

I meet a friend in the church garden.
Fourth beer of the day, and cigarettes foul her breath,
the stench of repeated disappointments.

But is that a flicker of her creative beauty still there?  Words in her notebook, stained with tears.
“You are taking away my soul
While I try to dig myself out of a hole.
The walls got thick and the ladder too short.
....   Now I’m back in the place with no desire”

Let me put my arms around you!  
Let's look together for hope among the garden shrubs.

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