3rd July 2018

summer sky
the deepest hue of blue
lavender

© Rachel Green 2018

why did I dream of Tom
and his smelly armpits
in a shared Wolverhampton flat?
Or Paul, who lived there a while
with his cheesy grin
and soft, Kerry accent?
And Richard, who read upside-down
and played Depeche Mode
at all hours of the night?
We were all young.
Ex-students.
Struggling to make a living
and make sense of our new lives.
The poverty of an upstairs flat
and a landlord who declined
to mend the property.

© Rachel Green 2018