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Phillip Pritchard
In the Gift Shop at
Another embossed bookmark; a tea cup
that will, years from now be hauled
dusty from the back of the cupboard.
“To be kept or jumbled?” – Jumble.
She has dozens and he does not know
why she buys them all. Some need
he does not understand but loves her
for even after all these companionable years
when they know the dance so well
that even amongst this swirling flock
they can follow each others twists and
turns signalled with loves secret signs.
Like silent starlings at sunset
coming home to roost.
08.11.07
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