Saturday, 17 June 2023

how strange is this

 how strange is this 


every summer

i recall meeting my aunt and uncle

going into the back door of the coop

for their christmas turkey

in the snow of memory

they live on


how strange is this

the prick of tears on a hot day

in june after tea and scones

the clotted cream and the jam

of healed wounds

and not a breeze in the orchard


the longest day

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