by Robert James Berry

Published in Issue No. 211 ~ December, 2014

In Cathedral Close I find a gift shop

it draws me, lovelier than the cobbles

sunnier than stone.

On display are soft toys

chaste as clouds.

I grab a cow with big squeaky udders

squeeze it into a parcel

and lick a dozen stamps.

You wish I could mail myself

I have thought about contortions

but I can hear you crow loudly

yanking a teat

after the postman rattles away

missing some spokes off his bike.

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Robert James Berry lives and writes in Dunedin, New Zealand. His work has been published widely. His ninth collection 'Toffee Apples' is out now from Ginninderra Press, Adelaide, Australia.