Thursday, 18 January 2018

18th January 2018

sunny skies behind
the house, snowing in the front.
Thus, January


© Rachel Green 2018

old friend
waiting for me
in the places where we used to meet.
The witch's hat has long gone
from the Barnt Green playground
but I see your shadow
against the newly planted plaque
commemorating the death of childhood fancy.
What if I decline to come?
Will you linger here
or fades back into my past
like the last time I called?


© Rachel Green 2018

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