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at the school gate
children mill around
each other excitedly,
a high-pitched timbre
like anxious birdsong
hovers just above them
like a joyful cloud,
it’s the last day of term
for some, the last day
at this school for others,
a guarantee that there
will be many tears later,
nearby oblivious
to this cacophony
young mothers talk
to their phones making
Ikea brunch rendezvous for
meatballs, never-ending
coffee and pipe-dream
home furnishing projects,
young and old it seems
all changing rooms.
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© Graham R Sherwood 08/25
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