Upright in his fishnet stockings,
Smoking a pipe....
Tired and sleepy, an old checked shirt
thrown across the foot of the bed,
wings of lead, a day spent peering
into wall cavities, recording cracks
and taking moisture readings, then
finishing urgent reports. This too is life.
On the side of my wardrobe hangs
a pair of black fairy wings.
This too is life.
We ignore them.