Elegy for Brim, a Neighbour

Elegy for Brim

Shall I write this
with my head on the floor?

The door outside mine
is where we first met..

and yet the gap now between us
is the visible and the invisible;

the heard; the felt
and the silent and the dumb;

Yet he didn’t stir
when I put my music on

nor did he wince
when things weren’t done

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poem by James Kennett
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