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IN TRANSIT Holding my cup of coffee arises, the consciousness of the now admittedly small by way of comparison as the passing thought revealed to me not yet daring to allow the relief to flow Jane Maire IN TRANSIT A poem after the style of Procedure, by Jo Shapcott. Holding my cup of coffee and inhaling the aroma at last I am…<\/p>\n
\nA poem after the style of Procedure<\/em>, by Jo Shapcott.<\/p>\n
\nand inhaling the aroma
\nat last I am still & the consciousness <\/p>\n
\nand the just then, when, between trains
\nI was speeding towards disaster,<\/p>\n
\nto the plight of refugees, yet big
\nenough to almost make me panic<\/p>\n
\nmy mistake, and I hurriedly retraced my steps
\nand waited for the next train,<\/p>\n
\nthrough me, and now, as the coffee\u2019s aroma rises
\nI say , thank you, thank you, thank you for the then, and now<\/p>\n
\nFebruary 2017<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"