Waiting for a chow-mein ―
across the road
the last horse chestnut leaves
flap bedraggled,
a few buds gleam...
Always it seems I'm waiting ―
opposite
under the horse-chestnut,
a bollard in the bluebells...
'Chinese' coming soon ―
leaves turning,
odd ones blown free
flutter down the breeze...
....... Chow Mein ―
....... in the gutter
....... uncollected conkers
by Diana Webb
London, England
first published in Blithe Spirit, June 2006
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