My daughter sleeps

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It is a warm night
my daughter sleeps 
above her covers
one arm extended, forefinger raised

she looks like she is flying
or pointing 
at something far away
that only she can see



Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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