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This poem is taken from Stand 225, 18(1) March - May 2020.

Gill Gregory Guilt
Guilt

A girl of three or four years old
arrived at my door

she spoke in many tongues
from Tashkent

(her grandpa’s home)

I noticed the trees outside
becoming themselves –

‘Here I am,’ she said

her bold red cap

outfacing the world:

‘I’m innocent of all
I stand accused.’




This poem is taken from Stand 225, 18(1) March - May 2020.

Readers are asked to send a note of any misprints or mistakes that they spot in this poem to support@standmagazine.org
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