life and living

 nature

 concrete poetry

 

                                   

UNVARNISHED

“You heard about Don?”
I say
“Found dead in his house,”
I say
“five days he lay there,”
I say
“nobody knew.”
The wood bench is still there
where he quaffed his beer.
The van didn’t take it.
Relatives didn’t want it:
unvarnished, a bit like Don.

“Property’s worth a bit
now.” I say
“Will the Trust buy it back?
you speculate.
He was so proud
of owning it,
unpolished a bit, around the edges,
like Don.

Lynette M. Arden

 

 

life and living

nature

concrete poetry


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Lynette M. Arden 2002 - 2003