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SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND

Under an April moon the tussocky field

abounds in rabbits. Its hedgerows are sprinkled

with blackthorn blossom creamy in moonlight.

Dark green poplars border the canal

beside the field. Daylight exposes,

behind a hedge, discarded technology:

a wheel-less tractor propped up on breeze blocks.

A troika of Russians on a narrow boat

sings plangently of the motherland.

 

Sudden rain sweeps across the poplars.

It turns to hail on the rusted tractor;

silences the song; shreds white petals;

rolls down a rabbit hole.

 

 

 

© Copyright David Selzer
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1 Response
  • Ashen Venema
    March 27, 2020

    Love some lines in this poem.
    This among them ‘…blackthorn blossom creamy in moonlight…’

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