You,
behind the front doorbell
you, behind
the front doorbell
panicked deliveries
deterred Australia Post
the meter reader ran
you, behind
the front doorbell
searching for a key
quiver of your leg
whips out and back
I wonder is the key
lost inside my bag
lost inside my bag
where it should be
with everything else
if anyone is home
to hear me, the web
of cockroach bristle
mosquito fleck
filament of moth
stirs
you, behind
the front doorbell
it rings, rings, rings
us here inside
no-one out
blank open door
hot red sky
Jupiter close
calling up the ghosts
you, behind
the front doorbell
nice one! it's good. Love the photo, and the shapely leg...
ReplyDeleteShe kicked that shapely out for me, I was lucky, thanks!
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