deep frost
hardening the winter mud
rolling dog
© Rachel Green January 2021
His drawing
hung on my kitchen wall
took up most of the space, actually;
great sweeps of charcoal and paint,
rubber and metal;
gold conte crayon to indicate brass finishes
and copper wires claiming;
curling into space.
I wish I'd saved it
when the bank reclaimed the house
now all I have of his
is the tiny, welded frame
I bought for seventy pounds
at a fiver a week from my forty pounds dole.
© Rachel Green January 2021
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