patricia McAuleyRamsden Poems

A smile, an hand, a strand of hair,
A touch or glance that isn't there,
A gentle mouth, a guarded voice
Guard the need through need not choice.
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I do not like in-depth research.
It's ephemeral, meaningless next week
And anyway
The messenger‘s in masquerade
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He was killed instantly, they said, walking home he was hit
his body scattered on the highway, near the river
bits here and pieces there
ribcage crushed, pelvis smashed
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