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A cigarette to warm the chill
Against the grey morning sky,
Leaning on the back gate
Dreaming up to the rooftops,
Chimneys puffing like old lungs
Against the northern air,
Pigeons circling from a nearby cree
Echoes of men singing down the lane,
The knocker upper tapping on windows
To shake men from their beds,
Women scrubbing doorsteps
Baking bread,
Mam yelling from the kitchen
Another day at home yawns ahead.
By
Deborah Maudlin
The image is off some of my dad’s pigeon certificates.
