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  • David Sunderland

Nouveau départ

You left us that day

waltzed off into eternity

where memoires then history books

(when you can no longer answer back)

will ever more define

your place on the turning page

of dialogue, dreams and dusty places

one more person

categorised, loved and learnt about

flowing through the ever-expanding delta

of human passage and sedimentation.

The pen touches and retouches

the paper, hesitating,

waiting, forgetting, then in one

sudden flourish spouting out more

Not straight lines but jagged scribbles

marking the way,

bounding those ideas and concepts

so often rigidly and perfectly defined

Deadly ends and lively beginnings

we recall, yet how much more

the mediocre muddle in the middle

marks time, marches on, muchness.

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