The Early Mornings
Posted by Martyn Kelly on May 20th, 2012 in Poetry
The new job, the factory bus; I saw him, then met him, unsure The cold made me feel motherless but to him, it was always fun The widest smile on his beautiful black face We shared headphones one day; David Bowie, China Girl Cardiff winter mornings are made to remember; The sun bends across the city, shy and proud And …