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Dearest YOU
We are having SUCH a lovely day here
I’ve sat Dad by the river
under the willow tree
we watch the ducks
the setting sun
while I feed him scones for tea
But look!
between these pallid lines
here’s a crack
in this pretty universe
of cellulose atoms
This is a Dark Matter!
a secret life of trees
where the bitter sap is written
of child long fled
beloved dog dead
a growing silence
that screams:
Dearest!
the river floods
Dad is so ill I cannot manage
the birds screech
Dad cries in the night I cannot manage
the sunset bleeds the shadows creep
I cannot manage
Lots of Love, Mum!
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