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is dust from the joiner's saw,
is the smell of fungicide
and a broken tile.
Is forming
in the stack of stone blocks
and the red sack of yellow sand
outside.
Is small
as a matchbox, and lost
between the third and fourth rib,
a tin of paint
and hope.
Is in the fear of theft
or gardens gone to seed.
Is in pictures
cut from a magazine.
Is remembered
across the river
at a different address.
*** Brice ALAUZUN *** design says:
Thanks Janine for your comment, i wish you too an happy new year 2008, Continues to exercise your art and and make people happy, take care, bye
posted Jan 11