february

Cold

A girl is eating sushi as she checks her phone

A man lies on his back - his shoes are on - his shirt undone

His chest is bare to catch the morning sun

A dozen others lounge around for this is coming up to lunchtime in a London square

And soon there’ll be a thousand from the offices

Taking off their clothes and eating sandwiches

Twelve o’clock - it’s noon

A plane tree with the flaking bark

The shadow of the tree falls on the ground

And stretches out the whole diagonal to the farthest corner of the park . Too long .

It’s reach is five , six times its height at least and this is wrong

On this day of naked flesh . Thin shadows clutch

with bony fingers , this hot winters day

A G  27 Feb 2019

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UNICORNS ( I never thought there’d be such talk of unicorns )

In two oh nineteen , all the talk

Has been of unicorns - they have been spotted

In car parks , alleys , rummaging through bins

It is the snow that’s brought them into town

From their high places where the clouds

Cross over with the tops of mountains

And all is white and nothingness

Or is it Lack of Snow that brought them down ? I’m not too sure

We saw one yesterday - as large as life

Scratching her haunches on the Pay , Display machine

Her mate was in the corner , prising open wheelie bins

And rummaging through debris with his pearly feet|

They seemed surprised to see us there

Then stared right at us - unafraid -

and fixed us with their strange unworldy eyes

Anita Greg 11/02/2019

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