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Claire Bunyan's avatar

She is on time; I am early.

We find our clocks running

on their old machinery.

I sense the breadth of her ribcage

flowered out

where the baby has been,

the baby, like sea treasure,

the clean palm of a shell

turned up.

The question-mark

of his body

grasps my shoulder.

Time circles us.

We are the same and changed

and thirsty; her stories

are gentle as lamps

and our laughter scales walls.

At the station, she drifts back to the city

and one of my babies

goes off like a flare,

the car bloats with her noise

and my empty shoulder

is a new grief.

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Annie  Fuller's avatar

At 65yrs old I felt the need to contact a dear friend from childhood, other than Christmas cards we hadn’t communicated for probably 30 or more years. Our lives went in different directions when I left the area at 18.

We had a great catch up in September, the years were rolled away. I had a very sad message in February to say she had passed away, an acute illness. She will always be very special to me, woven into the fabric of my early childhood memories. I can’t sustain long distance relationships but am thankful for the people that I connect with along the way.

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