go up in smoke
your house is littered
with candy-striped bags
broken zippers, children’s pyjamas
shiny Nike shoes and old Van’s
get thrown into a Salvo's dumpster
you rescue a Christmas stocking
that we gave to the cat
and a large linen Santa sack
in the garage we find the X Box 360
and a school project about dinosaurs
photocopied images of 'long necks'
slathered on a red cardboard sheet
he says, chuck it all away
I’m saving up for a sleeve
can you drive me to Coles
I want a pack of Winnie Reds
so many dreams
land with a thud
So moved me, Kristen, tear in eye
ReplyDeleteaaawww Sarah... my poems seem to be producing a fear tears in you. Hope this is a good sign that the poems are speaking to you! I'll send you a box of Kleenex lol :) XX
DeleteA tear is good dear Kristen :) xx
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nods
blind
horses
moves
me too