Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Sometimes I have wanted
to throw you off
like a heavy coat.

Sometimes I have said
you would not let me
breathe or move.

But now that I am free
to choose light clothes
or none at all

I feel the cold
and all the time I think
how warm it used to be.

Vicki Feaver (1943-)

Could have called that poem - the grass is always greener or you never know what you have till it's gone.

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