GREY WEDNESDAY
the wheelie-bin sits on the pavement
waiting all day for the bin-men who do not come
I carry the phone around in my shirt pocket
waiting all day for my calls to be returned
the postman does not come till nearly one
like an umbrella
the willow tree hangs low
over wilting daffodils
grey day turns to grey evening
© Gerald England
Composed: Gee Cross, 14th April 2004
Publication
2004 The Drunken Boat (Internet)
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Thought to visit your poetry site. Found you through MYM and glad I did. I really like your writing here.
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