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'Ice House' a poem by Craig Sherborne

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May 2006, no. 281

'Ice House' a poem by Craig Sherborne

by
May 2006, no. 281

It’s before I got the wandering eye.
I daydream I’ve already left:
without her each morning I’d be able to wake,
stretch in bed-warmth, blink used to light, not lie
feigning sleep in case she cradles my back,
her lap flexing for my elbow to lift
to take her arm onto my chest. I keep still
until she shadow-dresses upon the wall.

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