Arlene wrote in notes that we came from the farm / that our hair grew downwards / because of the way the apples fall. / She says if we run fast enough / our feet will track / a nebula shape across the grass. / Like mushroom circles when we were five. / Like a row of sweet shops with arrows / all pointing to the ground.
[tag word: DUST - Bazza Clarke @bazzaclarke]
100 Poem Challenge: writing 100 poems in a weekend to raise money for EEC International.
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