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Hawthorn Mayflower
The stump remains
Where once there was Oak
She was somebody's daughter
Once
An invisible wandered through the crowd
Clutching a radio in both hands, unknown station
Drifting out on long waves
While the visible queued for handmade icecream
Great tubs of chocolate sludge
Somewhere a mouth is smiling
In a crowd of lifeless lips
The smile was real
It burnt through the ribs
A solar flare of all the heart needs
To keep on beating
To keep on living
Published 26th May 2023
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