The sun on garage roofs
gives the gull a warm winter’s
bed. The leafless tree that meditates
so glorious against the sky,
is witness to a household of grief and joy.
The book that sits on top of the television
has carried over a million souls through,
and morning is on my toetips like
a ballet dancer’s favourite shoes.
On the wayside of the road a small
toad has found its grave, as the sewer drain
gurgles an indifferent refrain.
Tiny things congregate and share
their food as young women walk
with their pleated skirts, readying children for school.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “Minerva’s Housecoat Writing Forum” November 2015
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