Andrew Withers

Cocooned like Babushka Dolls,
we peer over the lip and
follow the cascading green
tendrils beyond their window
boxes to the alleyway.
Obscured by vented steam
from Laundry and Dim Sum,
a boy rides his rusting bicycle
through the final patches
of last night’s rain.
I can just make out
his tyres splashing and
the squeaking of his pedals. 

Andrew Withers is a British poet who believes in space and gaps in poetry. He has previously had pieces published in KAIROS and The Dewdrop. Andrew spent some time living and teaching in Malaysian Borneo and visiting some of South East Asia but has now settled down in the U.K. and is navigating his most exciting adventure yet: fatherhood. 

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