.21 green road.

today i work with the imaginary
and bless all the foxes, their pointy ears upward.

you know i thought she come to see me all those years ago

i mean she was not meant to leave
although there was no section that time

i think

she had to go back
yet there was no phone at grans

no one came for her
i have no memory
no recall
of
what happened after she arrived

except she looked small and clean
and was upset

and it was a warm day
dusty in the alley

bless all the foxes, their pointy ears upward