Sophie called Jane to tell her of the leaking gutter
and how she had embarrassed her over the issue
of the ginger haired postman.
Like a loud crow that haunts an urban street
on cool mornings, like some person
half remembered from teenage times.
A football poster of men now sixty plus
hangs in tatters on a suburban garage wall
above the shelf that holds wd40
and numerous cans of Holts spray paint.
Some lives contain these things.
We cry over less.
by Lawrence Westland
copyright©2010 Lawrence Westland
Photo - Maggie Westland 2010
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