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Thursday, 3 March 2011

Signs

It might be a slight movement
at the corner of an eye;
an involuntary twitch of the leg,
or a difference of
two barely discernible shades
of skin tone that betray
or admit,
or silently proclaim -
like a bell without a clapper,
or rebuke -
like the mute strike of a rifle shot
upon its target
before the deafening report.


John H Davies
3rd March 2011 


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