Sunday, 26 April 2015

En Route

Beech trees in the park, not yet copper,
raise a branch to prod the sun,
finger-like ends less arthritic than in winter
still charred.

Down by the crossing, cheery blossom waves
the road ahead clear;
sculptured views past lawns and hedges, potted palms
 take a sudden, sharp descent to the ancient town

Even the stump of the monkey-puzzle tree 
offers no solution
to rust-coated railings, crumbling walls,
shadows sliced long and dark
as the weeds growing up.

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