morning rainThe damp ashes of yesterday's fire
bramble cuts
© Rachel Green 2018
the weeping cherry died
rotting off at the base
I rip it out,
put it on the bonfire.
Prune the roses
cut back the brambles
all goes on the fire.
The dog finds a pigeon
kills ti, carries it about
(she's a ratter, you know)
it, too, is consigned to flames
along with the book of sketches
that got damp in the study
and the painting you hated
I did the year before last.
© Rachel Green 2018
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