Greeneries


(odd city parks
planted next to
our grubby lives,

no business there-
some green
consolation.)

But summer,
months blazed sun-long at Lendalfoot
You knew grasses there, blades
rooted down to your core.

Whispering alone in the corn where the breeze grazes.

(Country dirt, city dirt.)

Weaving trails, grass paths, you and the crickets.

Auld Maggie:
black dress and white bib,
permanently outside
in her chair. Collie dog at her feet.
His tongue out, panting. The heat.
She was there forever.
(Not now.)

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