Suddenly freezing night.
I remember all my soft toys
lined up on a bedroom shelf,
and choose Buster to cuddle.
***
Sad-eyed shaggy brown bear,
years ago he caught my gaze
from the stall opposite mine
at Pottsville market. It was as if
he was communicating, urgently.
When no-one else bought him
by the end of the day, it was clear
he was meant to come home with me.
***
Clasped to me under the blankets,
yes, his rough ungainly bulk
warms my blood for the whole
rest of the night … the restful night.
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