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Since quite a few of you expressed an interest in receiving poems, I thought we could continue to use the google group. (Anyone sick of poetry is free to leave the group!)
Suppose Chris Powici
Suppose all we know of love is a tiny greenhouse falling slowly to bits between a crab apple tree and the railway's nettled bank;
a frail rickety eden where little spiders weave little dewy webs
on a scrunched-up Silk Cut packet mouldering in a corner under the tomatoes.
And suppose all we know of the world is how the greenhouse creaks and sighs in the cool dawn rain and crab apple leaves brush against
the stone-cracked glass while love grows red and ripe and soft and summers pass like trains.