Daylight (poetry)

Daylight

 

 

some days are clearer

 

you wake up &

jump off down

to the money machine

& find there is

enough money to buy

a new packet of

cigarettes

 

& you go back

home & open the

windows & the

sun glares into the room

& a breeze pushes itself

past the window frame & plays

with bits of loose paper

across the polished

wooden floor-boards

 

& you sit there

smoking & listening

to your favourite

R.E.M. album

 

wondering

how life can get

any better

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

 

Written when I still smoked….

 

This was first published in Voiceprints 2

 

 

This poem first appeared on this blog in December 2017.

 

 

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