Snippets

I watch as his eyes open and fences fall,
relaxed into us, he is held safe by an ancient
set of ties. Binding no matter how far we drift.

This is a small section from a poem called ‘Return’ which was first drafted out in 2005. It’s a poem about friends and lovers falling into a hard-earned sense of trust and about the strangers we connect to.

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