Coffee Mornings

We will be abandoned each day
[fear-pinned by sponging orders
in bolt-homes] – we hide behind
doors [prised wide by a delivery
driver]/ We do not recognize our
posties [you will not see smiles –
not like you used to]/ He sipped
his coffee/ He sat at his window
[it would not open] & looked up
[for an additional day] at his tree
[it soaked all direct summer light
just beyond his unwashed panes]