The hoarder’s neighbour
emptied one room
and danced in there
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The hoarder’s neighbour
emptied one room
and danced in there
Clouds apprenticed to
the day
practice their colours and shapes
Cup to kettle?
Kettle to cup?
Who cares? Pour.
Garden shrubs lopped
and squared, precisely,
for a day
Blue car white van
red bike flagging
a breakfast baguette
A snake warms
itself nearby
ignoring my fear
Whipper-snipping
defenceless grass
Its blades blunted
The pregnant neighbour’s
new garden growing
ahead of her
A stretch of
carnations beyond gravity
The vase tilts
Soft growl half
bark feigning
mean-eyed threat
On the corner
a vacant shop
leasing airy hope
Sky-gazing childhood
searching for our
stardust parents
Silhouettes emerge
and leave
with dawn
Watching from photos
the ancestors’ eyes
my eyes