by Robyn Sarah
Wind’s got an edge
you could sharpen knives on
but no four-wheeler with a bell
The window leaks, the
shower’s a Zen
trickle
You decide it’s time
to shop for furniture again:
time to drag in old sofa frames
from the back lane, and fit them up
with dusty cushions.
What will become of us,
I say but it takes
so little really, a fresh
pot of coffee, your song
on the turntable and
there! one can put one’s
feet up
(We will be
brave, of course, write
books, salt kettles of beans,
we will collect
dead televisions)
— from Juniper Volume 3, Issue 1