The Rhythm of Life

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rhythm
Cells…. 
Moving…. standing still,
Multiplying and dividing.
Worms, buried, making love
To themselves, in the dead.

Leaves….
Paint…. pap’ring pavements,
And the cracks between toes
And those cells, making love….
To the others, in a bed.

Litter ….
Curling….fighting death,
To be seen, to be read.
And its words, making love….
To the thoughts, in your head.

Railings….
Rusting….keeping out,
The dangers of the darkness.
And his fears, making love….
To the rhythm, that we thread.
rhythm
Maureen Walsh – November 2011

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