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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