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a week’s grace
from an insidious
though not unsolicited
hug of belonging
and the thin light of dawn
says of the chill – here
take this thin drape
wrap it around you
feel the warmth rising

it is there – both the sense
and the heat pure
a panacea cleansing a week’s
worth of deranged dissonance;
there is no going away where
one is lost forever
– not
with this
home
beckoning
© 11 November 2008, I. D. Carswell