“Maintenance is the sensible side of love.” –U. A. Fanthorpe, from her poem Atlas, which opens with the memorable line, “There is a kind of love called maintenance, Which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it”.
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In each of the drops That hide this tree You can see A tree turned upside down Reaching down Like roots Seeking water drops
The leaf lay on the pavement In its haven of asphalt and iron Underneath its fluorescent suns. Though severed, the leaf still drew life From the cool and efficient lamps Slowly becoming a leaf of iron Cold and resilient But always missing the warmth Of its old radiant sun And the tree to which It […]