son goes
I walk back up the lane
my toe within your heel
two journeys marked in mud.
The bus has gone
you’ll text me when
you’re on the train.
Back home, retrieve the key
wash up two cups,
and two crumbed plates.
Fold back the futon
shake the duvet
wash the sheets.
Put away the sugar till next time.
Ann Foxglove
Mon 17th Oct 2011 19:37
Thanks all - I have made the changes that have been suggested as I decided I agreed with them.