yellow stomached sparrow
digging at the hanging fat ball
another gleaning seeds
© Rachel Green January 2021
there was a guy in my year
a sculptor;
tall and dark-haired,
long arms sinewy with muscle
but thin as a whip;
a perpetual Borstal ciggie
gripped, unlit, between tin lips
as he lump-hammered some component
into a structure tall as three men.
The wheel turns, a drum bangs
a bladder inflates from bellows,
plays the American anthem
on an off-key harmonica.
The lecturer from Delaware objects;
says it's disrespectful
but Stan just gives us
his Sean Maguire
shit-eating grin;
lights his cigarette and claims
Freedom of Expression.
© Rachel Green January 2021
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