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Yards

While I was at work my yards were busy
a nameless, white flower plucked
from my front garden
lay on the brick shelf by the gate
wrapped in cream silk
its stem inserted
into a (dry) plastic flower tube

A gift set down in forgetfulness
or just discarded

While out the back a soft touch indoor football
orange against the fake grass
lost and over wall booted

Copyright © Lee Holloway Towers

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