We walked past the church today
the grass
usually neatly mown
but left to grow for weeks now
is full of colour
blood red poppies
growing where they will
We saw someone with a posh camera
he’s stopped and set it up on a tripod
to capture that moment
before
the grass is cut
and everything looks tidy and ordered once again
We walked past the church today
the door
usually open and inviting
has been closed for weeks now
the seeds of faith
now dispersed
growing where they will
I’m writing this with my posh fountain pen
in the A4 spiral notebook where I jot down ideas
to keep this memory alive
before
the doors open once more
and we go back inside.
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