stasis by Rodney Yates

posted in: Poetry 2012 | 0

we

calm

no word

together

in no place

filling in a space

that time would jump

no word about the world

that talks about the weather

in the cafe by the rubbish dump

a serentan refuge where we’re curled

breathes softly in the ripples of the sea

I am sure you’d start to think this is absurd

and I am quite convinced we never did do any harm

but then you’d say that this doesn’t have to come from me

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