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| Salvage Restaurant, Clowne |
can fuck right off
© Rachel Green 2019
Hollow oak
a hole at its base
where we scramble inside,
climb into the eaves
among the lasves and the wind;
the buzzing of hoverflies
and the serenity of absence.
There's no homework, here,
no dad's moaning or
worrying mothers;
just the wind and the peace.
When I went back
I couldn'd believe how small the hole was
I couldn't even look inside.
How small i was
when I needed the solace of that oak.
© Rachel Green 2019
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