THE INVISIBLE WOMAN

Spring lowers the drawbridge,
the park bench beckons.

She breathes release from four walls,
a squirrel skitters to its larder.

A young man swings along the path,
head clamped in sound.

Entwined, a couple linger,
blinkered by love.

Children dash past,
vandalising the silence.

No-one looks back.

© Marion Sharville

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