KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Night works
We got a notice
The other day
Popped in the letter box.
We’re coming along
Your street this week
Doing some night works.
I forgot
As I often do
Until they rock on up
Lights flashing
Music temporarily blaring
Engines moaning softly
Not too bad
On most cool nights
Curtains I can shut
But oh the night
They pull right up
Outside my bedroom window
Oh this night
Just happens to be
The hotest night
No air conditioning
Have we
Curtains I must now shut
Interventions
