Cul de Sac

I am alright until I look down
from the window
we would see them
twelve Victorian houses
standing before she was born
a brick-built garden
flowered with faces
that grew to be familiar
enquiring after she died.
 
Those houses
bricks reclaimed
floorboards recycled
faces replanted
from the ground
feeling empty
before I look down
from the window
waiting for another lifetime.

Susan Wilson

 
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