30th April 2018

plum blossom
flying past the window
a plastic bag

© Rachel Green 2018

a letter
from an old friend
last seen thirty years ago
but remembered fondly.
Sent a dead name
and shunted through four previous addresses:
ex-work, ex-marital, ex-childhood, sister
opened by the recipient
but not the addressee.
Penned by a widower
it tells of a death by illness
exacerbated by sculpting
and the pressure of chisel on stone.
One word from her friend
who wanted nothing to do with her
for all these long years.
Sorry.

© Rachel Green 2018