a four o’clock grey dawn,
early to bed means
early doors,
I stand out the back
to taste the day
a cross between
licking an old penny
and opening a new book,
only a new parent robin stirs
trampolining over the lawn
worming breakfast,
my god it’s beautiful now but
not much is promised later on,
our Thursday trip to Joan
a threadbare ninety-three
let’s hope she wakes up
albeit each week
she says she doesn’t want to,
over my first coffee
I ponder whether Karolina
and her four-year old
from Ukraine will arrive today
on next door’s doorstep
as planned,
new lives for old
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© Graham R Sherwood 05/22
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