MoP 12: A haiku


antenna-tree birds
spatter confetti droppings
across a red roof
Poems, like stories, appear most when I’m looking elsewhere. This one arrived as we drove through Geelong on Sunday on our way home from a delightful day by the sea. A house, spied across the roof of the road-facing shops, had this amazing pattern of white spots across a very red roof, concentrated under the antenna. It was quite pretty … from a distance. 
And I don’t have to clean it. 
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