the seasons segues seem
to grey-highlight
last-chance parts of me
with every turning leaf
like a gardener
seeing again
roses too close
to the road
its a reckless pruning
thats most hopeful of growth
GARDEN POP
i am drawn to the trees
to the quiet riot out there
barks rough edges leaves smooth sweep
theres a calmness to the tied earth
an empty that needs no filling
and my manmade fabrics
feel loud
and a mistake
in this beige ribbon
this fenced eden
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PLANNING AHEAD
old couple in a chilly costa
huddle shoulder to shoulder
theyre doing a crossword together
their coffee steams
their mugs touch
will that be us ?
that will be us
if we have money then
and britain is not ashes
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