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In
marking time, the errors come
so
thick and fast we're at a loss
to
count or, laughing, to recount them;
some
I recognize, because
they're
mine, mine word for word.
With
only this to do, it's hard
marking
time till the baby's born,
exams
are over and I can return
to
a family grown without me around.
I'm
marking time to clear debts.
Across
waste spaces comes the sound
of
a high school marching band.
Freezing
cold drum majorettes
stamp
the dirt of a football pitch.
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Beyond
fogged windows in an overheated room
winter's
losing its grip: for days
the
treacherous turned to wetness,
then
froze, ice crazing a pane;
it
retreated by inches, and what was
dead
in us through these last years -
frost
patches where the sun doesn't reach,
ploughed
piles of exhausted black snow -
wouldn't
die, but remained, and is still.
You
watch your step down under the hill;
to
encourage the others, make examples of words,
as
in high-walled back gardens loud birds
mean
changes, marking time, and here we go.
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