Monday, 23 September 2019


I WHEELCHAIR INTO THE KITCHEN

For Roman Polanski

 

The leaves are golden –

green-Autumn creeps slowly in.

Evokes a poem in me.

 

I wheelchair into

the kitchen like a sea-son

wind  in leaves of being.

 

Belonging.
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