In the small hours
I listen to the busy
comings and goings
of ambulances
swapping stories
from behind
the paper thin facade
of everyday
June 30, 2017
Paper thin
By hjs
This entry was posted on Friday, June 30th, 2017 at 1:12 pm and posted in All poems, Moments, Sleepless nights. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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- Marking Jack’s tree
- The train ride
- Walking home
- The blender
- Durschlegi, Amden
- Maintenance work
- Cadair Idris
- Rattray Head
- Topsell’s Beasts revisited
- Earth Rising
- Mantua
- Carrying Jack
- Tourists
- My Acceptance Speech
- A Balance
- Map reading at 60
- My Covid-19 Song
- Jack at sixteen
- New Year’s Day
- Llanthony
- Patrishow
- Sunday morning at the canal
- Lunatics
- Too late
- The Master of Sleep
- Writing
- Late January
- Snow on the sidewalk
- Cat. Field. Morning. Midday. Dusk
- Migration
- Triumphs of Design
- Monteraponi
- Infinity Pool
- Old dog, dreamhunting
- Thaw
- Operating instructions
- Chickentime
- Recipe for happiness
- On Washington Crossing the Delaware
- Ellis Island
- Walking on Thin Air
- John Brown in the Met
- Wheelchair access
- New York Scenes
- Party
- Salisbury Cathedral
- A lesson from the DSLR workshop
- Too steep
- Footwear
- Paper thin
- Newfoundland I
- Newfoundland II
- El Horcajo
- Cotswold Graveyard
- Uisge
- Grizzly bears and other surprises
- The View
- In the Still of the Night
- November Recipe
- Yellowstone
- Transcendence in the RV Park
- Burqa
- Collioure
- Prague awakening
- Love story, Midwest
- Birds of the early morning
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