Friday, 15 January 2010

No Grip

Rain, and gouts of snow are falling from the roof,
our feet will not stay beneath us
as we try to get from the car to the hardware shop,
wet ice, no grip, no ground, impossible.

We buy door-knobs, latch sets, hinges, hooks,
all brass, or brass plate,
slither back to the car with them in a big box,
the woman from the shop watching at the door.

1 comment:

Lucy said...

You'll be very glad you captured all these moments so beautifully, I think