By | 1 May 2020

A barrow is wheeled into place.
Sparrows the colour of buckwheat.
Two neat runners of treated pine
Sleepers, more broadly divine
The intentions of the day.
Scurrilous cross-hatching lies sketched
At each unpicked hem of reinforcing for
The concrete marrow therein.
What we need now is a fine load of sand –
Which we’ll collect from the arc
Of the river which is but a
Quick trip in the khaki green corolla,
Already equipped with
A shovel and Pepsi, the dog, who
Can’t wallow enough in the
Last of the puddles –
to finish the driveway in time.

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