Here are some poems, composed by a puppet,

some are my own and some of them not.

You can like one, or quite like them all,

or simply not like them a hell of a lot.


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Saturday 28 January 2012

Gone by Imtiaz Dharker

I see you have been and gone.
Such a small space between
your being here and having
been, just the bedroom door
ajar, and in the kitchen
the kettle and your cup still
warm. You forgot
your umbrella, and now it has begun
to rain. In my mind I see you
turn and look back over your shoulder
towards this room, your
umbrella and me holding on
to it.

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