Kevin Goddard

She carries bags heavier than her,
Knows much, much more maths than I do,
Has more friends than me
Talks, almost as much as I do,
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O woman so sad, why
Does your face fall like a broken
Crocus on the pillow, saffron
And shaded as the still image I
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I threw a pebble into the sea.
I thought “Let me at least make one change in the world
Before I am gone”.
But the sea has covered over where my pebble fell,
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Evening, and again I see you look out
Of the window for something,
someone, a shape and form
you feel you should catch
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When the floods came down again in ’06
And we rose, surprised children, to the wake
Of washed up roads, broken bridges, willows
Trunked as old secrets floating off
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