Grandma walks down the middle of the road at 3AM.
The tarmac cold under her bare feet, a breeze
coming in off the canal flaring her nightie.
Mist rolling in off the lock.
The trees hold their leaves up
to the yellow glow of the streetlights.
A neighbour fetching a glass of water sees Grandma
from his kitchen window. Puts on slippers.
Walks into the road with an outstretched hand.
Suggested citation: Fugard, A. (2024, August 4). Gongoozler, by Joshua Judson [blog post]. https://andifugard.info/gongoozler-by-joshua-judson/
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