
Monday Morning
There is no coffee left in the morning.
I am waiting for the city bus to come.
While l am writing my notes
on the 100% recycled paper.
There is no need to buy pepper.
I would like to feed the impudent birds
at Liverpool docks, where there are
no woodpeckers knocking,
I would shield my eyelids
from the shadows of huge concrete blocks
on the other side of the Mersey,
watching as the passengers come by;
‘Come by, come by’ I would like to say
to the goblins; But l return
from my daily shopping.
The cheap china plates
are carefully placed on the table.
Oh! I have forgotten the fish.
Marta
Cseh
