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EUREKA!

A realisation as sudden as

Archimedes’ leaping from his bath,

the moment when – in the pleasure gardens

of Wisley, with its giant rhubarb leaves,

its gaping carp, its hissing swans, its wild

playground – going for a well earned modest slab

of chocolate cake and a babychino

enhanced with spoonsful of Grandma’s latte,

pointing, she called out, “That says ‘Coffee Shop’!

I can read!”

 

 

Note: the poem was originally published in September 2015.

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