like green screen acrobats
through city streets
voices swing and sideswipe
and faces throw scowled eyes
towards our down trod step
it’s like plants waving their fists at trees
who only do what trees do
not denying light on purpose
as stigma sets in ugliness
and bunnies are just existing
Monday 29th June 2020 8:59 am
No bunting flutters in the breeze,
no boys and girls, dressed up so neat,
with not a scratch upon their knees.
There are no flags on Windsor Street.
There are no parties in the yard,
the sandwiches will hold no meat.
They will send no greetings card
‘from the residents of Windsor Street’.
There are no beds of scented flowers,
there are no...
Wednesday 16th May 2018 2:46 pm