Sheila Hamilton is living in the moment


    The street.


    A bird lands on the fuchsia bush.
    A black cat strolls.

    A man is knocking
    at the red door opposite.

    Elsewhere, dusty roadsides
    are exploding at vehicles.

    Someone calls out something
    we can't quite hear.

    The bird flutters
    like a mad heart

* Sheila Hamilton is a poet and occasional reviewer. She lives with her family, which includes cats, on the Wirral.

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