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Post by MoonyLuna on Mar 2, 2009 13:09:34 GMT -5
There are the sweet cakes, the streamers, the flush-cheeked children who think today is about the sweet cakes, the streamers.
There is the beautifully aloof, heartless sunshine; likewise the bare-armed hills, crowned in azaleas like extrovert brides; the city's thin, quiet streets their safe-choice grooms
and all of us standing around, throats stoppered with a hot knot, a hard thought that's locked there
hands loose and empty, no casket to carry, of course it's not as bad as all that, yet when we wave and call "goodbye, good luck,"
the car doors' thud, thud-thud, their soft somber tom-tom, fills our backs and arms with a slow ache: ghost of love's last, awful weight.
Copyright Emma Neale
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Post by MoonyLuna on Mar 2, 2009 13:10:22 GMT -5
Featured Poet Emma Neale
Emma Neale is the author of four novels (Night Swimming, Little Moon, Double Take, and Relative Strangers, all published by Random House) and three collections of poetry (Sleeve-notes, How to Make a Million, and Spark). She works as an editor and creative writing tutor in Dunedin, New Zealand.
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