morning opening light,

no strength to start the day

yet lit by sun

worn carpet

trellis pattern of brown and gold,

capturing crumbs,

those hairs she left behind

long auburn entwines

into pile,

catching on bare toes,

open loose cupboard door

and out comes old vacuum,

lit a cigarette

once connected to socket,

switched on

electric motor whined,

light flickered on nose

brushes beat at the carpet,

bag rattled

suction was just enough,

her removal nearly complete,

carpet would never be a

green grass in the sun

as his heart told him so


poetry for james dyson in the independent newspaper

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