a distinct lack of sunrows of lettuce seedlings
sigh with relief
© Rachel Green 2020
Mum
asked me to fetch the laundry basket
a blue plastic affair
longer than it was wide.
I was five, or six, or seven
and dragged it behind me
as I came down the stairs.
I noticed how easily id slid down,
long enough to sit easily
across two risers
like a sledge on a snowy slope.
You're ahead of me already
at the end of the adventure
where I'm bruised and bleeding at the bottom
and Mum is telling me
what a stupid idea that was.
© Rachel Green 2020
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