30/04/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting sketchbook return

return

she pikes the washing line
to catch a drying breeze
above the void of next doors fence

sending out the flagged signal
to the flotilla of bungalows
at anchor in the cul-de-sac

the borders need wedding again
chickweed and docleaf peep
around the sprawl of lavender

the radio in the kitchen
has some old boy gabbing
about his childhood in an orphanage

she take a rubbery carrot stick
scraped from last nights tea
for bubble and squeak - and sees

the hopping leap of the wagtail


The Blue Book

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