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SWEDISH PEACHBLOSSOM FIRE
stumbling half dressed
a dream still on my lips
i gazed into the peachblossom morning
saw that it was beautiful
& cold

unpeeled the happybirthday parcel
from my swedish child
& found it contained matches
matches
smiled
then i realised each passion tipped fragment
of swedish timber
would light a fire

& the fires would laugh and glow
spread & combine
to envelope the entire
cold peachblossom morning
to make it burn warm again
DAVID WARD
from
Headland #5

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