The silence of Monday
In the afternoon schoolOf post-war corridors and faraway voices
Curly-edged snapshots barely there
Bleaching in the sun
A garden calendar, two months out of date
The trinkets that make the vacations worthwhile -
The coffee mug, the coaster, the bring-home cards
The severest teachers sleep in the foredusk
Others must tiptoe in unison
Faded stickers and yellowed sellotape
The only remains of a forgotten occasion
A lady's new shoes on the polished steps
posted by Kenyon @ 4:08 pm
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