blue sky
the low sun of autumn
black bruises
© Rachel Green September 2022
satellite views
of my father's house
show the orchard gone.
The apple trees, the pears,
the victoria and golden yellow egg plums
and the damson tree where we hung a swing
and Kevin Ganner fell in the nettles.
The corner where his bonfire burned perpetually
and the fowl pen where I made a 'den'
all grassed over by people with riches
we couldn't begin to imagine
in our hand-to-mouth childhood.
© Rachel Green September 2022
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