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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24 August 2010
Tuesday Poem: Lockdown
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