Wednesday, 20 June 2012

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A pulsating throb cuts
through the pregnant pause.
‘You have a new message’, it beats.
Flexing fingers fumble for ‘Select’.
Brain brims with wave upon wave of intrepid possibility.
The tide subsides…
It is not her.

[2008]
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