dessicated hazel
the old metal dustbin pot
heated by midday sun
© Rachel Green 2018
seventies childhood
chucking bottles in the canal
throwing stones to sink them
double points for bouncing one
off the bloated corpse of a pig
paddling the five miles to Hopwood
where the smell of week old fat
clung to the caravan site;
drifting on the fake tides
of the Tardebigge locks
and spending sixpence on pop
at the pub on the towpath
before heading home
through the gathering dusk;
carrying the dinghies
along the broken,
washed-out towpath
in time for tea.
© Rachel Green 2018
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