From the Bench

each day

as she waits

upon the bench

for life to begin

she draws little sketches

of tiny dogs

and malformed branches

of overweight bus drivers

and anaemic teachers of religion

no one notices as she draws

and keeps on drawing

even when the summer rains come

and wash away her papers

she keeps on drawing in the air

with bloody fingers

and a strange fixation for lemons

 

 

Copyright October 2016

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