poppy seedsblowing from paper houses
nacreous bubbles
© Rachel Green 2018
films of fresh colour
sweep over white canvas
oil over water
without the seventies stench
of a decomposing pig
floating down the canal
tangled with sticks and carpet weed.
We throw stones
watching them bounce off
distended trampoline skin
and pretend to push each other in
as if death is something to catch
completely unaware
we're already terminal
and young Davey,
a teenager at seven
will be dead by Christmas.
© Rachel Green 2018
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