New poems from w-i-p collection, "Less" #5
Two new poems from a potential new collection...
the carers
she
sits stationary in her wheelchair
leant to one side
limbs folded
like an abandoned attempt at origami
he
bent forward
leans in urgently to listen
as if her words
might be stolen away by the afternoon breeze
they
have paused mid-walk
perhaps as they might have dawdled
many years ago
arm-in-arm in the park
she pointing out…