Croft Row

Nobody smiled but the naive children in the dust of hot summer, playing games with dirt and chickens. Neat, wild pink flowers straddled the grounds hard walked surface and cried if the rain ever came. Dirty dogs barked, ate medicine grass to cure their sores and hunger. Rabbit skins were stored in bins for ragmans pennies and warmer things made to muff hands when a cold winter froze it's outside tap and the map of pavement was erased. Inside, fern frozen bedroom windows, beauty, iced windows made strange reverence. Waf