Boxing Day morning, Walpole Park

Poem by Barbara Davey

'There is the play of a fountain. They might waken to starlings and parakeets.' | Photo: by Mark Timberlake on Unsplash

Beneath its spreading branches
the conifer shelters a body
tucked up against the wall.

The gloom makes details
difficult to discern
but they’re using a sleeping bag
so it must have been planned
in a manner of speaking.
Out of the rain, the needled ground
will afford a measure of comfort.

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