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SPRING
an old man overdressed
in the muted colours we wear
before dying walked by.
walking up the steep hill
a handful of twigs in one hand
the town's cemetery 500
meters behind me.
rainforest humidity.
his magpie heart beating
his ugly human feet hard
against the paving slabs.
Published 8th Jun 2021
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