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An Ordinary Morning in Dublin Street

A Poem

By Miranda XhilagaPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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... My old Maltese drags along his weak back limbs

his tail follows

at her doorstep, the overweight lady

tries to reach for her toes

as if to prove to herself

that bending over is a memory of the past

the voluptuous widow on the opposite side

hangs over her balcony

tracing the night’s footsteps

a nightingale flying over my head loses grip of the grain.

Oh, one of the branches of the pear tree is broken!

My neighbour swears at the youth that last night

graffiti sprayed over his brand new fence

the lollipop man loses his glasses

which the passing car, instantly crashes

the hand that wrote these lines

my o my

belongs to the lady that is now running late

watching the neighbourhood go by…

nature poetry
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