HAIKU I
A new moon
once a month.
Pity the sun,
Older than the hills.
HAIKU II
Sitting in the garden
enjoying birdsong
- the phone rings,
I do not hear it.
CLEAN SHEET
After the wake
she speaks to me,
sleepless night
beneath the clock.
JIGSAW
Daffodils
outside a country phonebox.
No reply;
I pick a bloom
and hold it to my ear.
ENTITLEMENT
She goes to physio
three times a week.
On the next street
her friend is too ill
to claim anything.
THERMOSTAT
I tip my hat
to the other side,
listening to the rain
on my doorstep
- texting home.
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