Taster Poem:

Deadline

Let sunlight

hold you gentle

let its fingers caress

that light deep within

that which shows

your best

as shadows deepen,

wind begins

to blow, blows cold

wet across your face

now the tears set

concrete

proof now

you were on this street

so take a bow

Mr Johnson,

before you depart

leaving your once-home

to those needing more

needing more than you

could give them

you slowly walk

away, unaware

that you’re welcome

instead

you go

away

Kim O’brien

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