We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
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5.10.24

Hospital Haiku, part 2


home from hospital …

my phone starts recognising 

my face again 


27/9/24



not a lap cat

but after my absence

lingers there


28/9/24



four days home

I manage to shower

at last


29/9/24



convalescence –

lost in the limbo

of all this rest


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all my life 

the same navel –

now scar-changed


1/10/24