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Mike Bell/ August 27, 2017/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

In my fake Eames chair,
in the new bay window,
I spend fifteen minutes
of this Sunday morning
reading ‘The Observer’
from three weeks ago,
and, by avoiding the news,
find the world was,
back then,
very much the same
as the world today,
like the to-and-fros
outside the bay window.