turning to cloud cover
bin men banging
© Rachel Green 2019
obsessive
he scours the clay
at the water's edge
looking for semi-precious.
A lad from school told him
a hundred pieces was worth a lot of money.
He has fifty-four
and has looked everywhere
within an hour's walk of home
and still needs forty-six,
arranged in the nooks of his scrap-wood fort.
He counts them again,
and again,
but the next day they've all gone.
The lad from school
knew where he kept them
but denies the theft.
© Rachel Green 2019
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