Thursday, 13 January 2011

Pockets of Comfort

A dining room table
with family
an hour past since the food 
has been eaten.
Laying on a bed
with friends
nothing to do but talk
and listen.

Shallow puddles
with barely there
grey ripples
your feet stay dry. 
A lie in
with the sun working
far far before
you have to. 

Ringing in your ears
with hundreds
of people
all of whom you've shared
a moment with.

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