Paul Archer - photo Paul Archer - poet, translator



Can't Think What It Can Be

It nags at you as you stand
on the doorstep, it's time
to leave but you hesitate
to close the door behind you

or when running for the 7.05
on a bleary-eyed morning
after a weekend that was too short
for all you'd planned to do

or even when the day's windy
and sunny and your daughter
has a will to buy a kite
and you let it fly free.

It comes more often now.
It's there before you sleep.
Something you've left behind
but can't think what it can be.

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