'There's A Space' Poem by Marty McKenna

there's a space
where our snowman stood,
a space which you could
fill right now, darlin'.

you are excelling at you
as i remember myself over
a machine from work.

this is the year
for our new home; and as the birds
fluster over rooves and trees,
here's me, reading poetry
as the inauguration flutters.

all masks and gloves and closed roads,
‘like royalty' she says,
as we eat gravel-skinned pears
with pale pulses, apples, cheese.

blue carpet, emotional response,
five hours behind. at one minute past
the shiny red tie is truly gone.

first published by 'bindweed'
appears in the chapbook 'gently but a dream'