| night returns day returns the sea retreats and returns I step the tide line of mermaid’s purses bladderwrack and yesterday’s bottles harvested by the waves I return to childhood secret places hidden tears and silent smiles go back alone and know no-one returns unchanged birthdays return I wished them many and happy until they stopped and I become look-alike the face in the mirror returns to ancestor I do not return to cynic for I never left I watch circles break and join rich breed rich, poor stay poor I return to a writer who made me laugh Dornford Yates had Bertram Berry Pleydell (now there’s a name that should return) say ‘the dog returns to his vomit’ Now as I sit in isolation from Pandemic I hear how mankind will return to gobble and spew return to normal GWC 30th April 2020 |
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