the life in this day - poem by Adrian Hoad-Reddick


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the life in this day the life in this day I feel, much as I have seen a distant smudged word on the blackboard through myopic eyes. it just is. I don't have to move closer to know. A reasonable amount of squinting is proof enough. So! I am driving along the rainsoaked route 148 and am passed by a cavalcade of dark motorcars with headlights blazing this string of mourning is going the opposite way I tell myself that there is life in this day (fighting the urge to turn on my headlights). by Adrian Hoad-Reddick
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