I found that wedding photo we lost
behind a doll in our daughter's room.
Russian, as it happens, the doll that is -
I can read some significance in that:
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So un-asleep, the sheet's
a beach of footprints
waiting for the tide.
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Does anyone know why 17 Borrowdale Road is missing?
Every day I walk past the empty space
and wonder why it's not there.
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She catches him up and tells him how much
they all miss that laconic delivery,
enthusing about the open mic
at the Abbey Café of a Thursday.
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This poem went places that it shouldn't have gone
in the beer tent listening to a jazz ensemble,
who came on after the dance band
and are suffering by comparison.
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