Tuesday Poem: Lockdown

Lockdown

Turbid sky,
uneasy ground.
The face of a guest
turned away at the door.

His hands like roses
hunch a cigarette.
I hear his boots
make full confessions to the rain.

Tim says:"Lockdown" was my contribution to the Winter Readings Poetry Wall in 2007. It is as yet uncollected.

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