Scrubbing off your angel spit,
I untangle the snarl of lavender promises.
Although you have flown away home
with other dappled ladybirds
I preserve this apricot taste in my mouth,
grip and glimmer to false hopes,
stretch cat-like
and lick my memories.
Sue Clennell (Western Australia)
First published by Speedpoets
An independent poetry journal. Watch your step.
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