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.