‘Chosen Spring Warrior’ by Angela O’Connor

Between two trees
We stand together.
Not clumped or
Heaped but purposely
Placed; intrinsically forever.
Three East
And
One South
Twenty four butter
Yellow fans with
Egg yolk faces
Bow and sway.
Defiant to the
Airy taunt.

The Stalker by Barrie Purnell

He is always there beside me always in my sight
Except in the privacy of night.
He knows my every movement there is no escape,
Following my footsteps
Whenever I’m awake.
I must be careful about what I let him see
He’s always watching me,
He’s always watching me.

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