Page 6 - Surrey Anthology
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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Behind closed doors we wait
we wash socks from the bottom of the basket wipe dust from the bookshelves wax cracks in the furniture
we meditate waft sage through haunted corridors ward shadows from darkened corners
we watch the sun pas de chat over the rooftops wreathe windows with rainbows welcome bumble bees
we wear our love boldly weave intimacy from distance wield words though we cannot speak
through this we will heal we will grow we will bloom
and the doors shall open anew.
ABI STEADMAN
SCHOOL OF LITERATURE AND LANGUAGES
