Husband and wife are at their garden chores. Between them they fill the creaky wheelbarrow With broken branches, leaves, unspoken sorrow. How steadily they
Quick, bring in the washing tangled round the line like it’s learning the trapeze. Flick off pegs and plans for walking to the park.
and suddenly a canopy of geese were above me, an undulating form, waving wildly from all sides, like the rainbow parachute we floated above