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7.177
27.vi.26
all this
talk of fulfilment
in a dream
we wrestle the
impossible
is there a bus
to the city?
is a shuttle or
public?
we see the
queue
but between us
and it
an impossible
number of little tasks
will we be ready?
at the counter
they mumble first
then tell us
there’s been a crisis
what’s that?
one of the
staff has died
was it an
accident?
assume a heart
attack
in a dream
we’re with the
simple wish
but there’s not
a way to go
a voice
interrupts the thought train
I hear him at
the next desk
it’s consoling
he’s saying
but she will
rise again
a few days
she’ll be up
and kicking goals
and at our
counter
that’s X
he’s always so
positive
about everything
he really
cheers us along
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