Shadows wear out the sun
In patches of grey and gold.
Outside the tree shivers.
New leaves hide the crow’s nest
Filed beneath a pale sky.
The houses shield strangers,
Their abandoned cars crouch
Politely in rows.
Tempting to dive between them;
To swim along gravel to the horizon,
But the window is closed
And I am sane.

Turning to interiors
So much has been given,
Furniture, books,
Lights, curtains, there is a rug
Ornaments all to lose count of.
We have not refugee status,
But are wrapped in possessions
With an income and fake freedom.
Yet how to change suffering
And rescue victims?
The cat lies curled in silky


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