Thursday, 16 August 2018

Night Watch Poem 2018

Night Watch 2018.
He hung out the clothes on the front line, 
& went for a brief walk around the cold dark block.
Coming back, the only way to the front door 
was through the
​translucent ​
washing.
He could see, between the clothes, the simple lights inside the house.
Lights, colours, movement, in the soft palette of a breeze 
held together by
​small wooden ​
pegs.
How easily we are
​made so​
beautiful.

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