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Tuesday, October 10, 2017

i am the red and orange hips
of dog rose bushes being
swallowed whole by blackbirds

i am the rotting leaves
of horse chestnut trees
pungent underneath conkers

i am the dusty blue
bloom of ripe sloes
on a blackthorn hedge

i am the seeds hidden
in the wings of propellers
spinning down from sycamore trees

(apologies to derwent may)

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