Seeing as I didn’t write much on Sunday, I thought I should do an extra blog post…. It’s the time of year to get on with those hands on jobs in the garden.

Here’s a poem:

I’m oiling a shovel:

 

 

 

edge sharp as a blade,                                                                         back smooth as skin;

an arse-crack fold, where the haft slips in.

 

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