morning drizzle
in the early morning light
lost dog poo
© Rachel Green October 2024
the roses you gave me
I left on the anti-homeless bench
at Goodrich St tube station
where maybe they were picked up
by a nice lady who needed cheering
like the block of Stilton I saw a lad win
when he put a pound in the supermarket trolley,
or perhaps the lie there still, dry or rotting;
the sweet scent of decomposition
to accompany the morning commute
like the ecstasy you expressed
when your stepmother dies.
© Rachel Green October 2024
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