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World by Kate Copeland

August 23, 2022
Reading Time: 1 Minutes

The trees showed the way, but in the course we couldn’t

find the stairs, followed the canal.

I remember there were day trippers.

I remember you kissed me on the bus.

I always cry when blue-green waves, where Keys,

but you dragged me along the sculpture garden, and I love you.

I remember you drank my fire-smile.

I remember I wore Westwood boots.

We drank rum at the harbour, but I skipped lunch, and fainted

during the birds’ fight.

I can’t remember any King’s day.

I can’t remember why you drink mixers as a man.

Our fortune-costing inn tucked away under a red tower,

steps dark, inviting drips on Sunday eve.

I can’t remember our neighbour.

I can’t remember why the world’s my favourite picture.

Until this day.

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Copeland, Kate
Kate Copeland started absorbing stories ever since a little lass. Her love for words led her to teaching & translating; her love for art, lyrics & water to poetry... Find her words @ Ekphrastic Review (plus Podcast!), First Lit.Review-East, GrandLittleThings, Metaworker, New Feathers, Poetry Barn, Poetry Distillery, Spirit Fire a.o. She enjoys working at literary festivals and assisting Lisa Freedman with Breathe-Read-Write workshops. Kate was born @ Rotterdam some 52 ages ago & digs housesitting @ Spain, UK and USA.

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