The Order of Release by George Szirtes

 

When gates finally
opened there was rejoicing.
It was like a birth.

The miraculous
wore its finest dress and sang
in a pure high voice.
 
And there were the dreams
stowed away in the wardrobe.
Now they were brought out

like long lost washing.
 
 

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