Monday, 30 November 2009

Dear Prudence

I'll run out of things to say tomorrow, but if I don't write this today, I'll forget about it.

Prudence, by someone who is not me...

She thought that trouble was coming
so hid away
and locked the door of her heart
against the light of day

At dusk she ventured- "What happened?"
A neighbour mocked:
"Joy passed by you at the height of noon-
Your door was locked."

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