A low distant clatter, Mr JCB
Yanking open the earth’s dusty eyes
Small voices nearby
Names yelled out in chorus
Prodding. Sleep. Away
Laughter
Running water
Eyuw eyuw eyuw
The early morning peacock yell
My splintered dreams know it well
From my balcony bed
Mosquito net (invisible tent)
You should see us all in our invisible city
Tentish devices
Comfort contraptions
Our see-through community, temporary housing project
Pack it away for the new day
After the sun…
The invisable tents come to play
A herd of different sizes all
Sharing the same night sky
A low red moonface
And the honking goose in the tree
Anna
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