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Joyful Exile from The London Hours

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routine is good
a shelter to my heart

a time of secret
tenderness

went to swim in the morning
new beauty welcomed me

piercing the sound
underwater

large the company
joyful exile

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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.

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The London Hours

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white wellness

welcomed within

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quietness

a silence seek

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nearly no movement

a mussel in a shell

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I hear love

surging

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if I could

stay forever

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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.

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The London Hours, 2012

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The London Hours
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No more us and I, and them
Night time nearing at 1pm
No wind chill, no chills,
Remote coldness.
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This winter isn’t like
The one you handed me
In colored paper
And ribbons I was excited to untie,
It will be the usual
Gloom of day-spair,
Of no directions,
No sense.
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Look right, look left,
Mind the gap, do not cross,
Where to, no more zebras,
Just hyenas and victims,
Many of us.
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I know you not,
You took up a different passport,
Broke the legs of time and sunk
Somewhere where I do not find
Air to breath and there are
No kisses to revive me.
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It’s the tallest solitude,
No eyes to lay on,
No tiptoeing naked,
No coughing the bodies against,
No nightlong reviving.
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No snow, no strolls, no fog,
No sleepover nestling.
No, no, no, no, no.
Yes, that’s all.
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