by Kate Garrett
your feet pound
   streets, pavements
     bus stops – the urban
  blur heading
for bluebells
   as you slip downhill
 & into the shadow
     of leaves (curled fingers
unfurling green)
   race the brook
along its obstacle
        course:
  forgotten blue
   bicycles, lawnmower
engines & plastic
     bottles without
  a single message inside
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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