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on waking
On waking
after dreams of an Arabian souk
having no money for smoky dancers,
whose sand clad feet slap dusty alleys
I hold a microscopic lizard
he wriggles in my cupped hands
when he leaps away I see
he is skinny as a wire.
A childhood friend not seen in years appears.
There is a bus ride, the bus near missed,
the road skirts perilous cli...
Sunday 20th March 2011 5:58 pm
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