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Today’s Short #Poem 187

They let me sit at a picnic table
in the garden of Oxford Union
lie on a bench, look up
through the leaves
into the blue sky
and then ascend
on a cushion
lazy, like a sunning cat
and everything was all right

I dropped down to land
and looked for company
Is it too early to give thought
even before harvest is gathered
to winter / forget the distant hills
– bring it all back to myself

Ashley Bovan

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