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That clock face randomly selected.
by Hugh O'Donnell (25/06/2006)

...vacant.

Around her,
we relaxed in silence.

Silence -
still.

Her rasped struggle
complete; that
clock
face
randomly selected.

Mid-denial tilt at rest upon the pillow
drew us dry,
across preparatory days:

(expected,
returning for board
and lodgings

passively
taking up familiar rooms

a model guest
upon carpets - tread not;

vacant doorways and time
for tea;

fasting
through dawns;
miscarriaging
at morn -
aided.)

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 9:30 PM