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There were no marks to distinguish the package. At least, nothing out of the ordinary. THat was always key to a successful delivery. He wasn’t there to see the results, but imagined it being opened, an unexpected prize to his achievement. Once again.

dreaming on a monday

he stepped back into childhood like a warm bath. back to
the house and garden, the inside no longer brimming
with things that could or should be changed. a backdrop, then
to the memories which this time played outside,
stood by the in the garden, looking up, around, window to
window and across the old bricks.

Into and out
of the thoughts, she goes
ever present since

that first day

in memories, real
and faked, again
till ever more

 

Amended 2 June 2014