I forgot to post this yesterday…
Day 7. Window
When a fly can climb the kitchen roof
and make life interesting
rain is a relief.
It slides down the bedroom panes
turning a line of trees
into corduroy.
Brick and slate become a colour-wash
with houses dripping off
the edge of truth.
No dogs bark.
No rabbit tails bob.
A young oak tree leans towards its parent
outstretched limbs touching.
Neither speaks advice.