smee steve Poems

</>He had a headache and she wanted to find his soul
She wanted to find his soul and quantify it in her American way
To measure it and mark its boundaries
Why?
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…I am annoying the neighbours
I’m singing songs from the end of my career
Songs I have not yet written
Unwritten squiggles of quavers and semibreves
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Low sun long shadows
Hunched shoulders
And the day is leaving
Creaking on its journey
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Completed.
The decorations - tinsel and streamers - are taken down, folded & rolled-up, and shoved in a box until next year.
Our smiles can be dropped - our faces once again become serious.
This year I never felt anything - nothing spiritual touched me.
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And his thoughts became of surf and shingle

Of golden stone buildings and long shadows
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