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Likestarlings is a place for talking in poems. We pair poets with poets and they write a sequence of six new works by responding in turn to one another. Our palaver blog goes beyond poetry to discuss collaboration in theory and in practice. Please take a look, and feel free to add comments, opinions and suggestions here. Read poems here
 

On the wall

 

I have been trailing you across city

trying to see you at work

above doors, tunnelled walk ways

 

in white galleries they make me stand back

away

intimidate me with entirety, long to lean in

lick the whips of paint

 

but you I shadow

like a dial following sun

pressing my palm against 

single bricks you leave warm

with your name