‘What my grandfather sees at 90’ by Catherine Ayres

What my grandfather sees at 90 Dawn in the boiler’s long sigh A misdirected piss in warm toes A broken cup in the taste of salt A daughter’s face in softness under his palms The afternoon sliced by a clock Donna’s smile in the smell of Silk Cut Forgotten shoes in a slap from the floor Nightfall in the birds’ silence Florence at the front … Continue reading ‘What my grandfather sees at 90’ by Catherine Ayres