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Having been immersed in memoir writing for many months, I decided to write a small poem every day for a year to keep my poetic hand in. I've posted them to Instagram and facebook as written – where, to my amazement, people love them – but on this blog they are sometimes subject to later rewriting.
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Saturday, 18 March 2023

The son and daughter leave ...

The son and daughter leave —

after moving a giant flying cockroach

back outdoors, and helping me

convert the guest bed back to a sofa.


They text from the airport lounge

and I text back. Good wishes … trivia …

we are all reluctant to bring to a finish

our happy, once-in-four years

inconsequential, vital conversation.

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