i wonder who is responsible for this hedge its dusk in this light i dont know if the dark green i see is a memory after the orange street lights have taken its colours away
this hedge look at it all those leaves small leaves so many small leaves and i wonder how they would taste
i am reminded of cornflakes covered in melted chocolate its a dense raggedy tangle but well pointed like a new builds chimney breast
and it comes round the retirement homes barred windows like men forming up on parade between the pale order of stacked bricks or an orphan from a royal mans garden maze looking for attention in the pleb streets
suneye shines on yellowline hospital hatchbacks turns their blue bonnets silver everything is dialled down to a quiet insect hum washed out colours struggle thru a haze of beige nurse pulls a blonde ponytail tighter and tugs down a dark dress walking fast and late in black flat shoes past grey/white panel walls no shadow on their flat mute glare hiding patients on tired green sheets in dull orange jammies van drivers coast in dirt painted vans their slamdoors muted in heat and shift matte brown cartons to cool white inside without the normal swears