A weekend...
A weekend with others
from out of a rut -
with echoes of after
the last little cut...
All mixed with laughter
in time with the night -
the faces all shining
and smiling in light...
Clinking and sipping
and sharing the air -
alone and together
in groups and in pairs...
Together emerging -
untangled from fright -
playing the music
and dancing all right...
Children in faces -
now creasing with age -
wrinkle the paper
and start a new page...
Then when the words
whisper goodbye -
we wonder why strangers
try hard not to cry...
Joy Weare,
19th January, 2010.
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