Anglesea <br />You’re there for me <br />Enveloping trees <br />Scraping knees <br />Your leaves fly around like dancers <br />Floating flying <br />Barely trying <br />They’ll be there soon <br />In the gutter with the moon <br />On the puddles soft, bright <br />A black kind of white <br />Where the colours speak <br />But their truth is denied <br />Hidden by the dirt on the inside <br />A mimick of life <br />The trees rise high <br />Over my car, cover the sky <br />Walking over to greet <br />Down Anglesea Street<br /><br />Christine Davidson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anglesea-street/
