Poem by Sue Hampton

'And I could cry but I won’t, because I’m far too blessed.' | Photo: by Eva Wilcock on Unsplash

Once the lock clangs open
I dance alone,
obscured by billiard table and bookshelf
in the sunlight by the bars
where an old, stiff cobweb glints
like the wire looping high into bright sky outside.
At the foot of the fence old litter clings.

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