20. (seven lines)


Waking to a different grey
unfrozen air still
with the breath of uncertainty
change perhaps

and in the stove
last night’s embers glow
leap into red-tongued life.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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