Put back the poem, half conceived
Neighbour talks of unemployed daughter, with grief
Standing on the balcony with Sue and Mark in disbelief
Both accompanied with their dogs
They talk of failures with great wisdom
Allotments were full of food
Creation of their hand
Though Tallulah would have heard them
If she could stop crying
They were standing in front of her window
Unemployment will remain...
In her heart she may not feel pain
And did not know if her lover knew that she was in grief
The cat yawns and lets his limbs go slack
And I bear Cyprus of me and mine.