
Outlining mine eyes,
wiping away streaming tears:
chilli-chopped fingers.

Outlining mine eyes,
wiping away streaming tears:
chilli-chopped fingers.

Old Venetian blinds,
gateway to the great outdoors
as limbs start to fail.

Stands the mighty oak
under the scorching sunshine
sprinkling shade on me.

Bright blue horizon—
buckled into a tin can,
refugees dream big.