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Here in the Afterlife
Eng/Rom, Daniel Thomas moran
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MEMBERS’ COMPS & CALLS May27: Frogmore
MEMBERS’ EVENTS/VENUES NOVEMBER:
Shortlands Poetry Circle 24th (live) & 16th (online); North West Kent Stanza 18th.
see/hear: André Mangeot reading his poem Bellwether
This morning my window is a mouth;
licking cinnamon from the sun
chewing on the speech of leaves.
If I allow, it will swallow early birdsong
drink the nectar from every flower;
lavender, rosemary, honeysuckle, rose
and as the day passes it will fill my room
with all the nutrients I need to breathe
new life into the spaces between pulses.
When fireflies inscribe the dark with
their indecipherable codes
my window will blow kisses to the moon.