Poetry

Plans

08.07.07 |

Dog-walking, not dog-sitting,
Our dog.
Eventually.
—–
To pick the colour of a room,
Agonise over it
Paint it
Only to realise that it’s too dark.
And then re-pick the colour of a room,
Agonise over it,
Paint it
Only to realise it is too dark.
And several months later
(still the same colour but a different season)
It’s suddenly perfect.
—–
Opening the letterbox…
There is mail for you
And for me.
I think sometimes
That alone might make me smile.



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