It's not easy, this new life.
I've been searching for
3 years reprieve but I'm offered days,
paid one by one.
I'm left a bit unfit from this, and the cold.
A barking dog at night delights me,
as do playground voices of children,
gulls shrieking, animated conversations,
and cars grunting up this hill.
Here's the clank and whine of the iron gate
next to my house that's opened and shut.
What comes next?
I do not know.
Did I ever?
