night rain
the overpowering stench
of dog's fox-poo cologne
© Rachel Green August 2022
June 1977
was the only time
I saw my father cry;
sat at the front room table
with it red velour tablecloth;
his arms in two l-shapes
to cradle his head
as he let out those great sobs
while my mothed cooled
in the hospital morgue.
© Rachel Green August 2022
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