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A Token Memory

I cut and stick those days together,

like paper chains to the near-ending horizon.

I bathe my bare toes once again in its sea,

in a fading light caught between sun and moon,

too murky to see the ripples.

The weight of its precious stones,

gathered long ago,

still crease the pockets of my trousers,

their bursting lace-trim light now unseen,

except in the sandy corner of my smile.



Emma Jones is a UK writer/poet, who is often inspired by motherhood and her love of nature.


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