a.m thoughts

the old house sleeps

snores through its chimney

 

breathing
through leaky window frames
morse code droplets
tapdancing in the sink

 

silent the night
and the children
snug under duvets

 

the wind of blue predawn
blessing the newspaper man
and the neighbours' tom

 

breathing in
breathing out

 

just being

 

a still life by Dutch masters
less than tidily arranged

 





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-04-01 at 05:33

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