Places to cry

Eva Brand Whitehead

hiding under the apple tree
with broad branches
and pink flowers;
 
when feeding the next door neighbours fish
blibity blobity blu
halves of dry fish food captured;
 
and taken
 
Under water;
 
stuck in the school toilet
you know there is a queue
but your pink face tells you to stay;
 
in your mother’s arms
under the shining red currant bush
in the pouring rain