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Swing
wrinkled hands lay
a vulnerable walking stick
at the side of a freshly painted
porch swing bench
back and forth
slowly swaying the spring
time spent gazing at stars
in April twilight
a door slams
birds shoot across the sky
a shower of sparks
as my eye follows
and in a single breath they rise
to time and light collide
and I start to fall instead
holding on to my ropes
fast for this mortal life
I swing to faintness
the birds echo into stars
the air grows colder
and the trembling cosmos
lays bare in front of me
In a fleeting moment of wisdom
I know everything
Pierre and I
On April 1st
Pierre and me
Were given a pound each
Twin brother’s birthday present
Sparkling from a grandparent past.
I saved and I invested
ex unus plures
And I became rich
A large house, a trophy wife
A new car
Blunt picket fence
Golf clubs and a new TV.
People looked and envied me
Envy of my freshly cut piece of grass
My nature
My lifestyle
Even my beautiful kids
All this time I forgot Pierre
My darling brother
Pierre took his pound
And bought a bird
And took a girl he knew
To the top of a hill
And waited
Waited weeks
Years
For the perfect moment
For his sunset
Of spiralling purple and red
For the moment
To release his bird
And hold onto to time itself
And with the girl he knew
Created a moment
a Memory
Then he had nothing
But I envied him
I envied his everything
his Nothing
His tie with nature
His girl he knew
His memories
The bird that went free
Norman Crabtree
Email: Norman Crabtree
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