Monday Poem

Monday Poem

The clock chimes ‘lunchtime’
and echoes through the square
in the crisp midday air.

The sky is high today
and glazed, like blue pottery.

In the domain
orange leaves shake themselves free
at their leisure

Inside, the fuschias are wilting.

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