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Children and the Sun

When did they arrive on the pavement and sit?
how did they cross the darkness of the house, stairs, passage?
how could they spill the memories
stair by stair
and leave?
in the morning
weavers, carpenters and menders stopped to look
no-one recognised them from any home
women out shopping passed them by
then
through children and the sun
the old straw chairs
suddenly became young

 

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arthro monte

this is a good poem ilove it keep it up

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