Saturday 29th December

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STIR IT WITH A CROOKED SPOON

There’s a familiar silence in the house this morning,
waiting for frustration’s angry mouth. I slide around
the kitchen floor, illuminated by a red sun singing
‘Cherry Oh Baby’, charging that protective inner smile,
a boy whistling at ghosts in the dark.

(K)

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