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Buckets
Stephen Chinnock
23 October 2020
Buckets of tears
don’t seem to be enough
to empty the trough
of deep hurt
Those tears took so long
to arrive even when
resolution was found
on the eve of a new house
The hopscotch of steps
trying to find a solution
backwards , forwards
sidewise always
To arrive on the plate
of completion
of a giddy dance
of madness
Many dear friends
held loving hands
to steady the frantic dance
back to some semblance
of solid ground
Fires extinguished
in my mind
at last
a new place
to find peace again!
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