Sunset spot
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the window in my daughter’s room
is my favourite sunset spot.
There may be no sea below
for the sun to dip into,
but there’s a marvellous tree
framed in orange glow
full of sharp parakeet calls and
dark branches
I imagine frogs in the pond at its feet,
the butterflies and bees that hover and feed
around picnicking families in the quiet park
allotments full of crops and seeds
A wildflower meadow flanked by reeds
I feast my eyes on the green, it floods my mind like an ocean,
washes me chlorophyll-clean
A cityscape with at least one tree
is no bad view.
And there’s my vantage-point too: shelves thronged with books and toys
her scent in the curtains
and her small shape cosied up in the bed.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be instead
to witness the setting of the sun.
