six hours
fixing a dripping tap
drip returns
© Rachel Green February 2025
books have been my life for twenty-something years
writing tales of Laverstone and history
giving readers laughter, and sometimes also tears
exploiting urban satire in mystery.
Add to that the poetry I've written every day
I've bared my soul and advocated truth
sonnets for the politics I want to say
and free verse for the story of my youth.
All the art I did when I still had hope
to change the world in oils and acrylic
I recognise that people thought my work a joke
oblivious I was in life idyllic.
When I am dead there is a chance to see
a pseudo-sentient AI being me.
© Rachel Green February 2025
Third of Four sonnets exploring Chatbots of the Dead
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