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saturn and jupiter.

There are only so many times
you’ll tell your story.
Besides, who’ll listen?
At one stage, you’ll say,
“What’s the point?”
Beating yourself up
over history.
And instead, you’ll pull up
that beat up deckchair
all the way to the far end
of the back yard
where there’s still some sun
late in the afternoon.
You’ll stretch out in it
and allow yourself,
for once,
to be soaked up
by the orangey rays of light
as if that was perfectly alright.


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