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Shelter
Women walked past me
and boys kicked me after dark.
Seedy men offered me
a fiver, at a price.
I picked up my things
and walked through the town,
towards the wide grin
of the countryside.
I found the hollow tree
I played in when I was young -
crawled in with my bags,
and made myself at home.
And it’s warm in here,
living in the oak’s heart,
with the occasional oozing
of whatever sap that’s left.
I climb up and sit in
the branches,
and the oak and I
become a wooden Buddha,
with birds resting on our shoulders.
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