Deja Vu Perhaps

I've been trying to recover a website where I stored my modest efforts at traditional Japanese haiku-style poetry, one of which was lucky enough to win runner-up place in a Guardian competition, For some reason, I can't recover the home-page but I was suddenly and uncomfortably reminded of one short poem I wrote:

"Just another bus
God is great- letters rimmed in gold
Frozen in the flames."

The poem published by the Guardian, for anyone who might be interested was:

"Two children, two dogs
Cold subway tunnel for a home
Under Charing Cross."


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