Hers is the milestoned landscape;
in the garden of her life,
each new mile a cornerstone;
and all the others
just pebbles on which
she stubbed her toes
in her
journeying
Lying staring up
from her bed
she thinks
you could easily hang yourself
on a rafter like that...
20th June '06 (8.53pm)
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