morning frost
under a bright blue sky
frozen dog poo
© Rachel Green February 2025
II.VI
Windows, sans spectators, become bare
eyes that lie unseeing over ash-flecked ice
and into soulless concrete city stare
at social housing tenants, rats and mice.
On the TV, Jimmie Stewart watches life
be less than wonderful without him living
the sad and lonely kids and widowed wife
relive a classic film for Christmas giving.
She turns away from street scene microcosm
and looks down at her hands so full of grime,
her nails ingrained with paint and chalk and charcoal
and wonder what she did in all that time.
© Rachel Green February 2025
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