My small rented room,
blanket left by the last guy,
photos and bills in a box on a shelf,
dubious abstractions cover walls marked with blu tac
it’s medium sized without my self- pity.
In fact it looks out to a yard with a garden,
magpies, crepe myrtles and blowers compete
in summer the sun shines right through my window
but even in winter the setting is sweet.
I bought a new towel,
the room has an ensuite,
really being honest, I’m doing quite well.
I’m seeing my daughter,
taking her to dinner,
some change in the coin jar,
a new pair of shoes.
