the transience of an iron will
the tump tump tump
of her iron
tsst tsst tsss ting
on a flirtatious spot of water
the smell of mum’s ironing
like the smell of the oven
reassuring in the flickering
across the fired room’s glow
night’s window all the blacker
in its turning to the loneliness
of this thought
savour this moment while you can
but of course savour is the saviour
of my future’s dark windows
tump tump tump
test tsst tsst
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