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Kate Bailey

 

 

 

Us and Them

They’ve mended the park fence again,
patched it over with the usual ugly metalwork,
like a riot barricade.

That’ll keep them out –
the delinquents,
the ne’er-do-wells,

who break in and sit on the grass in the dark
and watch the moon,
the dirty buggers!

Next week it will be prised away
to leave a gap the width of a person.
Another incursion.

And those scum-of-the-earth
lying under softly budding trees,
counting the stars.

 

 

Kate Bailey is a violinist, but she has always loved words. She has two grown-up daughters, and lives in Oxford with her husband and pacifist cat. Her writing has been published in the Frogmore Papers and the Fish anthology.

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