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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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Friday, 3 November 2023

A man's up on my roof ...

 

A man’s up on my roof

gurneying the gutters

after blowing and hosing.

My deaf old cat sleeps 

through the ongoing din.


The fires have never come

this close yet. If one day

they reach us, I wouldn’t

know how to stay safe, but


we do what we can, trying 

for normal, even intelligent, 

in the face of the bizarre

unpredictable new paradigms.





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