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The Kick Ass Days

So these are the kicking in the dust days,
the hamper of goodies that none appeal
and a handbag of treasures which only hold
a lipstick tube, leaking colour and grease
and a kiss left on a receipt tucked into a frame.

The shoes that you forgot to proof and leak
and the flat football, left out in the rain,
the sticky leaf fall that festered and rotted,
the smile from the man in a mackintosh
as your cab splashes him with rain.

This is the smile for an hour day,
the waterproof mascara day,
the name and the number day

So these are the shout in the wind times,
the smears on the window and chime
that rings, gathering lovers and letters
memories old and forgotten and songs
that you sung, a few milleniums ago.

This is the comfort and care and the share of it all
the dreams that are fading as twilight falls,
these are the whims and the wishes
and lists from a bucket that collects the ashes
from the cast iron stove.

And this is the end and the beginning of all
the hand on the elbow and foot in the door,
the smile and the whine and a knock on the door
this is the all and the more and forever.

Poetry by Elle