decisions will be difficult iffy
to have the courage to lack
the courage all convictions
cold in the park’s green waste
abandoned sofa egret flushed
from suburban chalk stream or the
pocket park’s fibreglass flamin
goes pink ghosts the concrete
curled turfs cheese slices sweated
hard the new you on the street
no harm not here the clear
line-of-sight this warm murmur
as one’s desire lines fenced off
the heart suspended decisions
will be difficult to excuse
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Keith Jebb
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