Grey Nomads

He navigates
a fast escape
from aged homes
open mouthed drool

Slumped asleep
front seat
glasshoused heat
she dreams of everlastings

tweetku too

hung clouds

dead washing

silent phone

vacant letter box

inbox spam

nowhere stare

room echo

drawn blind

no calls

no answers

voice laid off

tweetku

in the night garden

solar lights glow blue

spots of moonlight

courtesy of the sun

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as rain clouds roll in
dry washing struggles
against the pegs

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after rain

overhanging trees drip circles

into pooled water

cloak loops

First light

The cemetery gatekeeper unlocks,
AC/DC blares from his car stereo -
waking the dead.