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| Jack, found |
the dog shedding its fur
central heating
© Rachel Green 2018
old fruit trees
my father cared for
dead and broken
barkless branches lie like bones
on the unmown meadow.
Still the plum tree holds a living branch
among the cascade of lifeless tangle
a single Victoria
sweet and leathery
and the egg plum
bitter and tasteless
next to the skeleton of the damson
I loved as a child
© Rachel Green 2018
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