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  Sam Wright
   
     
  • Cathedral


     
         I

      watch

     the spire.

    Part of  me

    would   like

    to  climb up

    to   the   top

    while  a  storm fills  the air  like  mustard gas.

    The  other  part is  happy here, with  feet like

    lead tiles. But maybe  the bells are a warning.

    Bad weather is coming.      Cover your ears.
     




     


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