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war for peace
sunday morning
and I lie on the couch
all about me
lay books on the usual things;
poetry
strategy
the philosophy of the greeks
while BB King plays slow blues
in the background
to keep the noise of the city quiet
downstairs
the clothes drier does the work
a slave would have done
in the days the philosophers wrote
and BB sings it still
I have been here on this couch
most Sundays
for three months now
except the ones spent at sea
and even then
the Sunday morning ritual
remains the same;
to read
listen
and look long
at what I am
first rule is
look honestly
second rule
don’t fear
third rule
accept
and change
so I lie
and look
trawl through memory
for lessons
and there are plenty
moments I missed
women I didn't
and jobs
towns
money
come and gone
always the leaving
the greeks say
don’t leave
expecting change
if the person you won’t love
is the only one you have to take
with you
I’ve decided to put some roots down
build a house
build a shed
put some grass under my feet
after twenty years
of moving moving
not saying I’ve learned anything
still don't love the guy
who's followed me
all these years
carrying suitcases
I never unpacked
but I'm happy enough
to stay in one spot
and look close at him
there comes a moment
in any fight
if you want victory
that you have to let the enemy
catch up
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