Fireworks Night
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Sheena Blackhall
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19 storeys up in a high rise
Milk boils up in a pan
A wizened hand,
Bracelets of Venus wrinkling on its wrist
Steadies a chipped mug
In an alley in the dark
Corner of a car park
A paw engraved with grime
Pulls a cardboard box around its body
A terrified wide eyed dog
Quivers in its basket
Whoosh…another rocket
Illumines the night
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş