Friday, 19 December 2025

A WORKMAN MORNING





the moment
i spend 
with 
the
four
mismatched
mugs
on a patterned plastic tray

for the early bird workmen
who park up their machines
& laugh at the heaving clouds

is some kind of something
is a place of grace & space

& the winter mild 
coming in 
the open kitchen door
is
like
a
lullaby
for a cartoon bear

& the only darkness
is the december sky
& no ones fault 
no ones fault at all









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