It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
She climbs in the car
Fag in mouth and hair in wind
Fiddles with the door and waves...
About the centre of the small loo window
Leaves of every ivy-colour frame
The bold obtrusion of an autumn sun...
