Inner City Respite

A grey-haired, gap-toothed lady
swept in from the coast today with poetry
in her plastic bag. She’s coming back at four,
for bandaids, food and shelter.

Brilliant blue cow-vetch and silvery
bits of driftwod were sticking to her
skirted thoughts— pebbly froth-laced coastline, the
buoyancy of waves.

Will she say just how the wind blew
through her balcony back home?

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