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The door is locked, the gate is barred

But through it I can see

An uncut lawn, a sprouting hedge,

A blossoming plum tree;

All signs of a returnig life

Green from what was grey;

And all that has lain long as dead

Resurgent, live, today.

And what of me, behind the door

Protected from the blast

Of life and change, of energy

Which challenges the past...

Brian Hick April 2012

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