morning sunshine
through the study window
the smell of coffee brewing
© Rachel Green September 2020
“Alright, lovely?”
The woman who steps out
looks like every jolly mother
in every period fifties film,
the sort of woman who can pop out
a dozen kids while baking an apple pie
and butchering a chicken.
“That’s a nasty crack on the head,”
she pulls on a pair of nitrile gloves
and an N-95 face mask
“You did yourself a right mischief.”
I smile at her,
though since she’s wearing the mask
I can’t tell if she’s smiling back.
Her uncrinkled eyes suggest not.
“I feel fine.”
© Rachel Green September 2020
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