THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW

 Old women with polished perms on fat heads

Men tinkering with diseased cars

Dogs taking their owners to the park –

Where they converse with their friends

And crap indiscriminately.

The Postman, the Milkman and the Gasman,

Two door-to-door leaflet saleswomen

And a posse of Jehovah’s.

A stray cat or two

And twenty five chimney-stack pigeons.

Then there are all those aerials-

Like one-legged storks-

Looking down on the patched-up pavements.

Where have all the front gates

Absconded to, I wonder?

Frightened away perhaps by all the leering

FOR SALE signs

Constantly peering over their shoulders?

I guess that must be it.