THE REWARD

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I reach for something 

Anything 

But my life is routine 

Each day has its place 

And each has its task 

One lost 

Another 

And on 

I reach out and 

Hold onto this 

Your voice carries 

Across a full and busy place 

And I remember you 

Telling a dream 

Finding space 

The sudden discovery 

Of an unknown room 

I can hear you 

‘Our own house and I didn’t know 

About this’ 

And I can see you there 

incredulous 

SOMETHING SPARSE

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I set out alone 

My intention to gather words 

And use them 

Build something 

A poem found on the street 

But it was heavy and sodden 

And unwieldy 

I had to pare and parse 

Needed something sparse 

A mossy bank 

The slightest of inclines 

A narrow lane 

A muddy footpath 

RECYCLING

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The air in here  

Is thin 

A clear gruel 

Fabric stretched and frayed 

The air in here 

Is a sample 

In a sachet 

That hasn’t run out yet 

That somehow manages 

To keep on giving 

With each and every squeeze