in another version of this,
the forsythia didn’t forget
to bloom in its yellow dress,
a bright startlement
against the old red bricks
and in another version,
waking up beside you
would be almost ordinary –
the difference being the margin
between falling and fallen
© Sarah Whiteley
Love the whole concept of “another version of us”.
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I agree with Charles. An intriguing idea – “another version of us”…! Brilliant poem, Sarah. ❤️
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Well done once again Sarah!
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Excellent piece.
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