in which a greener wall grows

a month disappears

in transition

as Brexit heats the northern

autumn and a cold spring

stares southwards

 

here, my fence grows

greener,

a sunreach of vines

among wisteria blossom

and jasmine scents

 

all these little cuttings

taking root

 

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