Andrew Fincham Poems

There was a family on my bus
I thought they came from Russia
Or Moscow
And I thought
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We who know
the magic silence of the night
as half embraced by sleep
we slip inside the timelessness
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The window
Welcomes
Heart of England
Judges to the
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Those who understand their gardens cannot be hurried
They understand the time

Theirs is a will
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Mating

I love you
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alone
i made
a call
home
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Perhaps
the folks that stand
along Szépvölgy út.
on Saturday
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Upon the cloth a single petal lay
Full red like blood
As early sun arose to draw the day
Skies white as late spring can
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It’s fair to say
I loved you more
when I believed your words
I will not call them lies
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My true love
had a silver hair
all sprung
amidst her raven
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