Early morning,
houses blink at the light, curtains lift, fall.
As Dads march down garden paths
windows see my hysterical feet fling me outside,
tiptoes, Y shape, appease the eyes
of the white knuckled joiner,
“please come home in a better mood”.
Sign language; I am too young to speak.
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 4:03 AM UTC
Early morning,
houses blink at the light, curtains lift, fall.
As Dads march down garden paths
windows see my hysterical feet fling me outside,
tiptoes, Y shape, appease the eyes
of the white knuckled joiner,
“please come home in a better mood”.
Sign language; I am too young to speak.