while plums ripen


while plums ripen ( nepir smulp elihw )

eat late strawberries

or early blackberries

     in these changeling days

     the arse end of july

hairy like a hare

or mrs slocombe’s pussy

      note of the fallen

      the long gone snowdrops

broad beans down

but the runners yet to come

      clouds in the sky

      spell the word – pareidolia

when we squint & tilt

our eyes & neck respectively

      in between squeezes

      in the tantalising orchard

still to hard

like your nan on nandrolone

      huffing as we spot

      kestrels catching flying ants

hurry up then, plums

we haven’t got all summer

      cry the crumble bakers

      & restless jam makers

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