On the other side,
the dog barks.
Sunset on
green conker shells.
The fine rain,
morning mist.
The church of
empty grounds.
A quiet street.
–
Beneath the plum tree,
brush and leaf.
Few fruit,
empty nest.
Noon clouds
homewards call.
The cat’s eyes
widened.
09/07/20
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Beyond the bridge,
a house of lavender.
Swallows’ cries.
In pairs
they sweep.
Past the old peoples’ home,
the quiet stream.
On a sloping street,
a house of lavender,
and runner beans.
14/07/20
Working Experiences 