J A Proudfoot Poems

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I took out the photographs from the drawer,
and laid us on the bed.
I had kept them pressed like wild flowers,
and now I sought a key
in each of these paper blooms,
to unlock the lexicon of you.
But instead I was crushed
by their single dimension.

All your things stare at me….
Your s . . .
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Some Sadness
I cropped a little of us every day.
Tirelessly joined the pieces together and
Slipped them under my pillow.

Took them out and unrolled them
In my darkest night,
Marvelled at our completeness
Extended and silent as moonlight that

Trips through back streets and
Over back yard walls.
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