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Soothing Traffic

Contained emotion

in the play area

where kids come to see mums;

so many goodbyes.

 

We played hopscotch

skipping stones.

Listened to her songs

with poetic ears.

No poems were written

down

 

One by one the girls left

to record their voices

in a small room

on the dat.

 

They came back smiling

after something difficult

but done, over

and out into her singing:

voice soothing traffic

coming in

from the out side. 

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