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They've gone to the prom - and

I have finished marking for the day.

There's nothing on TV -

I do not care to read -

But Opus 18 No 1

Is soothing as I try

To make some sense

Of where I've got to

In these last few weeks.

Moving could have been a trial

But passed by without notice.

The marking now is almost done

The job ticks over without stress

All the things I choose to do are fine.

So what is lurking, smugly, out of sight,

Weighing at the edge

Waiting to catch me off guard?

Why do I suspect

You smile?

Brian Hick June 2012

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