Tarmac melts

rain bursts like




We are dried up

separated seeds




Land like stone

horse’s hooves




all hope drifts

lost in grey mornings.



becomes seven



tattooed in blood.


Hush descends,

school gates open


& all our sunburnt

children stream in


buttoned tight

for learning.


Late tomatoes

ripen on the stem


shelves burst

with them &


my words again



pen poised

for another dive


into darkness.

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