Saturday, 7 April 2012

House Warming


From the ashes I pull
the butt of a joint, still
good for a toke or two;
you nod and pass a lighter
frame of mind with me.

The electric heater clicks -
elements erupt in a burst
of promises yet to be made,
kept and broken by the heart
of a new constellation.

You sip cider from a can and
I gag at the thought of the taste;
like drinking a hundred springs
you say, and I take your word for it
wondering how many we will see.

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