Mid winter

How poetic it all is
me here this morning
looking out at snow and
mist and barren branches,
travellator cars

an early morning ciggy for the 
hooded tradie at the rear of his ute
parked up on the wet road 

but here's me this morning
pink robe and rocking chair
mouthful by mouthful
blink by waking blink
honoured to be hearing 
​the steady falling rain.


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