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before they wake

eight o’clock park. january dawn.

hackney one side.

bethnal green the other.

work struck off today’s list of attentions.

stillness frames the white trees,

my winter face. silence frolics between

childlike

peaceful

smiling so loudly,

 

for a moment,

i thought i heard the bombs stop.

 
 
 
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