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Saturday 6 June 2015

My laburnum blew down



Its fall exposed a high and creepered wall.
A neighbour, mourning her favourite tree,
Quietly took photos of its yellow sprawl.
I considered what all this meant to me.

Finally I had access to the eaves!
Could rip out tendrils that probed my soffit,
Get to the tresses of fluttering leaves
Garnishing my roof. And yank them off it.

Leaning a ladder on the leafy shroud,
Keen to wield my Spear & Jackson Cutter,
I edged my way as fast as fear allowed,
Grimly, assuredly, towards the gutter.


SRP