Washing basket’s open-mouthed,
wardrobe door tight-lipped,
love’s held-down among shirts.

Frost’s gathering sparkles,
trees stiff, stuck in glue,
dustbin full of the week.

You confront night,
knife lances in two
you can never be.

Tom Kelly
The poem is to appear in the next issue of The Journal, issue 32, due early 2011.
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