by Michael Ashley

I watch as they play
with a matchbox car,
in their eyes the carpet
is the lushest meadow,
their limbs are mountains,
and the light-bulb above
is a swinging moon.

Looking past them
out through the window
over the lights of the city,
I smile — content
in the knowledge
this bastard world
is yet to molest them.

Michael Ashley, is a 30 year old from the county of West Yorkshire in the United Kingdom, most of the time he is either working the 9 ‘til 5 or walking his dogs, but in between this [and the rest of the menial tasks that come along with life] he writes a little poetry.