Lost Ticket: Fix by Max King

Fix

Bear loves plastic flowers

in broken pots

because they don’t look smug

amongst his odd possessions

he supposes there’s no use

in a spirit level if everything is crooked

a house on the hill

slanted by coastal wind

he fixes things

by moving and re-slanting them

the lamp tilts east

but can’t be plugged in

there’s broken mirrors

and shattered windows

the kettle sings morning mantras

and the gulls join in

but he just hears the wind

WIND

MIRRORS

Words by Max King

Edited by Eleanor Rogers