jerry hughes Biography

'I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree'

A single leaf makes its own history.
Attached to the bough from which it
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My beloved father, the last time we met
in company with your confidant and friend Abu,
we spoke of many things.
Most importantly the history I'd lost in the
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Rain

I can hear you
making small holes
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The sun rises early.
'Bloody daylight saving.'
Birds fly. Grasses grow.
The Victa's primed and
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Amidst the rubble and confusion
a child's hand clutching a toy.
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