soon her

            step will fill:

        flowers 'n' cards

      as guilty neighbours

      churn to snowy slush

       a blank white page

         of garden path.

 

         Too little then,

         and too late,

         all print that

         is this poem's

             shape.

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

Christopher Major lives in Stoke,England. He has poetry in numerous Zines and print mags. Concrete Poetry Echap at www.whyvandalism.com