after the rain
flowers like
cupcakes
the girl in a blue parka
walked slowly down the street
twirling the lead
the small dog
trotted into
every driveway
of each house and
was called out
each time
by the girl
who wasn’t
watching
anyway
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
blue wormhole: Woolwich
girl wormhole: I’m sorry but
muse wormhole: ‘I asked my Nan to write down her memoirs …’
orange wormhole: ‘in the morning …’
passing wormhole: safe
I really like the compression of your poetry. It explodes into images that are ideas.
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thank
you
I am sorry I haven’t replied to this earlier – I am new to this
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