in which sun soaks

the earth dry, for days

it seems birds have fled the feasting sun

leaving flickerings of cabbage moth and fly

to dart from leaf to flower to shade

as bees seek reprieve in mossy banks

far from city life. People too disperse

indoors, shuttered down to stillness

and a book. Only the council

sends it workers out to mow

some verges with nothing

left to grow though

mine survives…


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