Sunday

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Sunday
I take the bins down to the road 
ear buds & tired feet
the distant shriek of cockatoos

a neighbour’s screen door
crashes
I’m wearing black pants
& the smell of vacuuming

the dog trots away
ignores my calls
& on the long driveway
I dance to Macy Grey 

circling a single pink bud
that fell with the rain 
happiness in a breath 
eucalyptus tinged

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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