Coexistence
High up, oppressed by cold cash,
a man-
making his way downstairs
Below
a child-
struggling on stone floors
The lover,
parting with cold lips,
walking into the night alone.
One fox-
a delight of the small girl,
travelling through the barriers
she created.
A small tear,
cleaning dust on the mantelpiece, unheard by laughter
dancing around.
Grace Murray (M5)