Today feels like a blanket.
Someone has closed
rain curtains on reality.
Dripping bushes stretch their roots
up to a motley sky
and bury leafy heads
into fat brown soil.
Fickle winds whistle
like ripe kettles
through cross-eyed streets.
The central heating exhales
whiffs of burnt dust,
and drowsy minutes
end in Friday yawns.

This poem has been published in my second poetry collection "the solid and thoughtful cow", available for Kindle or in paperback format

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