This poem is taken from Stand 226, 18(2) June - August 2020.

Jessica Sneddon Two Poems

Architectural trees frame
the skeletal canopy.

Fell water fills leaf wells
in itself and of itself
a trickle down the woodland slope
revives summer-dusted stones:
a waterfall in a hollow.

                                                       Sparrow answers
                                                       its echo, tethered

faecal sacks
in wishbones, shoved in crooks
black plastic tied to branches:
piles and piles, of defecated parcels
in indivisible clumps
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