Summer Job
Heads under bonnets
mechanics catch a wiff
of a girl passing
half-hearted whistles
follow my skeleton
into Accounts
my Friday wages
will buy Mum and Dad
a market stall tea set
with piped dragons
all venom, hissing
icicles of flame
Sally Michaelson is a recently retired Conference Interpreter living in Brussels. Her poems have been published in Ink Sweat & Tears, Lighthouse, Algebra of Owls, The Bangor Literary Journal, Squawk Back, Amethyst, and The Lake. Website: www.sallymichaelson.com