Saturday Sunrise

A Poem called Disquiet

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Disquiet There is nothing sweet today as the sun rises over silent homes, cars covered in icy coats. No vapour trails blister the sky nonchalant pigeons cloacal kiss a blackbird chuk, chuk’s as Macavity creeps by. Lone jogger coughs her breath poisons the air the shutter shuts on my final shot. David Street This is [….]