clear sky
over frozen snow
bird prints
© Rachel Green November 2024
Assam tea with skimmed milk
in a cup proclaiming my love of jiu-jitsu;
the brothers I never had until now;
messages from a distant love-
I've sent her my parcels by accident again.
A poem by an old friend slips easily across my newsfeed;
intense beauty of the concept of suffering
merely by being an intelligent woman
in a world dominated by men of wealth.
I still have that pain in my abdomen;
maybe a torn muscle, maybe the rumbling of cancer.
No point in enquiring, the NHS has been defunded
to pay back taxes for major Tory donators.
So much I want to achieve, but I have not the desire
or the functional ability.
My thoughts fleeing, like the stamping of virtual keys
on a page of ones and zeroes.
© Rachel Green November 2024
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