You are sidelong glances
in a hospital triage.
You are the wisp of ginger hair
tucked behind
the
nurse’s ear.
You are the burning sensation
in the nose,
and the open barbeque
in the
neighbourhood.
*
this poem is in response
to Ally Fleming's fantastic poem,
A Little Love
from her
blog
Hunky Dory.
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