Sunday, 31 May 2020

Poem: Shouts from Downstairs

Today's only getting warmer
Too hot, too close for dog's paw or man's feet
The pavements compete with the concrete heatsink
That grey-glowing, surrounds each bright house

Barbecues lit, at a social distance
Embers and cold bottles warming
Screw the pestilence
Paddling pools for wading
Shorts and wet socks
Cut grass and birdsong
Glass in quartz flecks on pavements
And shouts from downstairs

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