retirement

Gold cherry

By JupiterMoon

Mon, 13 Sep 2021
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retirement

 

anything green and alive

has been ripped out

torn up

scorched down

and paved in

 

mowing the lawn

is now something

you watch the neighbours do

scoffing at their lack of precision

 

steeped in claret

you catalogue the 17.7 hours

gained annually

another day

almost

to face the back of her bed-flattened hair

 

she sits close to the glass

the hard-edged slabbing

slate chips and plastic grass

less real for the rain

and wonders how long

she can keep going

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Comments

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi, I hate paving, love the grass! But you have to face that bed-flattened hair, was it worth it?

hilary    laugh

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

I like the shift in tone in the third stanza. There's a sense desolation in the passing of time. 

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

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