Today. Poem by Roy Storey
Today.
Biood runs cold, through ice water veines
as she picks her way across, the open land.
The dead husk of last summer
pierce the patchs of snow.
She pulls her coat closer
to keep out the wind.
Heading for the ruins
that is her home now.
Ruins, she remembers, the houses
full of life.
Children running, dogs barking,
women hanging out washing.
Thats gone now
that was yesterday
today she is alone.
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