e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Jude Goodwin
e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Jude Goodwin
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I'm watching things fall—
a laugh from the other room,
a letter, released from its pile
the room is filled
with god rays,
or there's a dark rose bud
blooming in a tall glass vase
Storm thugs are vandalizing
the neighbourhood, I can hear them
throwing things
poor poet watching
as beauty slumps away
