Back garden bunting –
from the carrots and beans
across my father’s striped lawn
past the tepee of heady sweet peas
to the patio pots of hot red geraniums.
Our lives are described in pegged out
t-shirts, socks, pants.
Inside out and upside down
My brother’s blue jeans hang
like a child on a railing
Laughing at the world through the
Grinning tear in the knee.
My father’s white work-shirt
Balloons and fills like the topsail on a ship
Hoist high by the prop;
Next to it, my mother’s cream silk blouse
No longer kept for best:
Their sleeves tangle in the wind and
Twine together.
Over the sunflowers,
My polka-dot mini-skirt
Skips and twirls -
Daring;
Not a care in the world
On this this eternal summer’s day.
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