Song for Guy
by Ruth Arnison
Another afternoon spent in that waste
of a waiting room. Too humiliated to
make contact
and find I’d been forgotten. Headed out
to the garden to attack some weeds. Bugger
him, bugger them
The docks looked easy to pull but like some
guys they aren’t. The neighbour’s having a
teenage row
with his daughter. Not waiting to be drawn
in as umpire I retrieve my mp3 and turn
Elton on
Now that would be an achievement. I dig up
spadefuls of anger, dig in shovels of compost
forkfuls of lime, slime
Next time he visits I’ll surround myself with
marigolds. They’re a gardener’s friend when
it comes to pest control
Copyright © 2009 by Ruth Arnison.