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Sue Leigh Poetry

I sleep
with the curtains open
even in winter
I like to sense the frost whitening
the lawn,
the slow river, the creatures
deep in their leaves,
to know there is only glass
between me and the world outside
and besides, tonight I would have missed
the moon, how it lay
for a while its light,
on my hand, my pillow
Published in a painter and a poet, Sansom & Co, 2023
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