From my poetry blog
However Slight
however slight
the unconvincing smile;
frozen lilt of a tongue
and an Irish grave
turn away
tomorrow’s spoilers
for today’s surprises
I wake; you sleep,
there is a bite
to the breeze
stirring broken glass,
however slight
©AndrewJamesMurray
City Jackdaw 
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Oh my goodness! How do you do this??? I couldn’t put together a poem like this in a million years!
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Thanks Linda-was a late night listening to music.
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