sharp frost
dead leaves etched with silver
street roofs
© Rachel Green 2018
why would an old teacher
turn up in my dreams
to solve a puzzle I already knew?
and why was I at a service station
that didn't have a toilet?
and why did some woman
park her baby on my motorbike seat
and where's my helmet gone?
It was right there.
© Rachel Green 2018
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