warm sunshinebrings aquilegia heads nodding
tiny blue tit corpse
© Rachel Green 2020
first dandelions
burst into cotton-headed wonder
what time is it, Mr. Clock?
Fresh graves in the cemetery.
Waist high mounds of light Chesterfield clay
waiting by a newly-dug hole.
There's more traffic than usual.
It's a Tuesday, of course.
No burials on Mondays
too depressing to start the week.
A cyclist
wearing a bright yellow jacket
looks oddly at us
as we fill plastic bags with beech nuts
and winter-rotted beech leaves;
my compost bins are empty
emboldened rats stealing the kitchen waste
and sharing tales
of the great restaurant famine of 2020
© Rachel Green 2020
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