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Monday, 26 June 2023

Drift


At 44, I snore late.
I’m half eighty-eight.
I might be a door weight. 
I know how to bore, mate.

Thursday, 22 June 2023

Awake


Amidst the dark and dead of night,

A thin red line ignites the sight.

It rises hot with hope and brings

Awakened day, and rising, sings.