Shelley Hall Poems

After a year of making changes
I've thrown out old clothes
crockery
and judgements
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At summer's end
you are a miracle
sleeping on my shoulder
we are dying and dancing
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We try again
the late nights
curled up on the couch
arms entangled
...

I found out from my DNA
that I'm part Roma
gypsy, traveller, dreamer
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It was just like yesterday
when we sat on your porch
feeding the kookaburras
you folded mince
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