View From The Care Home Conservatory

Who sits on the blue pink green?
Does water ever spurt
from the yellow hosepipe’s
blue nozzle?

Has any lithe cat
ever poured itself
in or out
through that cat flap?

In summer, winter, spring and in
the autumn of their years
the residents sit inside to chat,
those who can still ‘converse.’
Ideas, memories, random words are
colours floating in the air,
to be grasped at.

On its side
an empty watering can
spills out nothing.


Colours