A Minute’s Silence
¶ 1
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Across the ground, a pause
as still as the years that follow.
¶ 2
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Matchday chat falls to the pit where
lost apple pips lie – feel them
¶ 3
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stretch into this emptiness, burst into
boughs, touch all sides
¶ 4
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of this amphitheatre struck dumb.
A crowded silence can seem so
¶ 5
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deathless. Watch the whistle rise,
embrace the explosion.
Lovely poem Rhys, and That Lone Ship looks a boss book.