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Posted on February 28, 2012 at 11:30 0 Comments 3 Likes

in the half light of morning

between the tangles of dreams

and the almost-possibles of day

I lie in bed and listen

birds call to each other

or to no-one

rain falls suddenly on the roof

a car moves someone along the street

someone already upright

eyes open

doing what they have to do

through shuttered eyelids

I listen

to the sound of your breathing

in and…

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At 5:55 on March 10, 2012, THE BARD said…: Dear Oam,

Great set of lines....the best part of your poem.....

I listen to the clock that doesn’t tick and the one inside my head that never stops ticking to the lists of should-have-dones and yet-to-do’s scrawling themselves across the whiteboard of my brain