Million

A million to one
the odds are stacked
assuring obscurity
My hopes and dreams
just tears
in a hailstorm
My soul’s true story
competing for expensive airtime

One in a million
the tables are turned
enabling intimacy
My cleaving prayers
leave lipstick
on your wineglass
My soul’s true story
celebrated by your celestial audience

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Waking

The first squealing yawn
is the metal on metal
of the London train
waking the Eastern arches.

The first sticky blink
is the pneumatic clatter
of the 89’s double doors
disembarking in the Shudehill smog.

Did you once fail
to bring the light
out from its temporary storage?
Or leave the dawn
shuttered in the night’s dark premises?

Before the first footprint
on the dew-damp street you Are.
Every day
and
always.

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you never miss

you never miss a skip or trip
of our asylum children
their jet black eyes you bless
with sparks of long lost eden daybreaks
you celebrate the courage of
each fragile sheltered housing smile
crowning well earned silver manes
with golden halo glory

and now through scent of spring you're beckoning
into sacred space - a plane of grace
where bricks and mortar fade away
like smoke into a cloudy sky
as the life that's truly life
erases every alibi

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