Typed Music


I suppose these are just little pieces of me, wrapped up in words.

The forgotten melodies of my mind.


64. Window Boxes

From the window she sees
A sponged-together sky
And chalky clouds
And a trail of wisteria buds
Which dribble into the street
From the window she sees
The men who watch cricket
Scoffing at the TV
Above their takeaway opposite
And she sees the polystyrene cartons
That people leave in their gutter
From the window she sees
A drabble of changing children
A laugh, a scrabble, a sliver of a tear
A road that’s been scrubbed down grey
And little dust particles
That creep upon it and sing
And break and smile, relentless
From the window she sees
And prays she’s not outgrown it

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