24th April 2018

chill wind
ruffling the fresh birch leaves
a brace of gold finches

© Rachel Green 2018

The middle of April
becomes the first day of summer
the sun beating down on a young man
hunched over,
the base of his spine resting
against a pavement bollard
designed to prevent vehiclesfrom entering.
The Blackpool Tower looms above
dwarfing his Styrofoam tray of sausage and chips
and his can of supermarket brand lager.
An old Costa coffee cup
placed hopefully on the ground
weighed down by silver and copper.
He laughs as a seagull
swoops for the chip in his fingers
stealing the food so kindly donated.
He looks up, laughs.
At least he has his health.

© Rachel Green 2018