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Mar 2022
and saw
the grass
turned to straw
the sunshine sky
to acid rain
all the branches
pointed to me
with their stubby arms
and nubby twigs of tweed
every robin flown
the crimson leaves
have blown
the air
cold as a refrigerator
bit me hard
as an alligator
I put my foot
down in a puddle
stuck as a marshmallow
on a stick
the mud deep
and twice as thick
my heart dropped
as a hailstone
shattered
as a splintered bone
my head scrambled
as an egg
and I beg this pain
to leave
I look in
to see a soldier made of tin
sandra wyllie
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