16th August 2018

ripening plums
the tree in the back garden
in the rain

© Rachel Green 2018

stories
left on the shelf
remnants of childhood;
of an earlier self.
Do I need that signed pTerry
or that monogrammed Beckett?
I'll never read the paper copies again
e-books are my future
Armageddon forgiving, of course,
but I'll be dead then, anyway,
so why would I care about books?
Am I still a writer?
My tagline claims so.

© Rachel Green 2018