Adam’s Notebook
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Adam’s Notebook

Poem: ‘Summerlawn’

The car passes. Dust
devils rise in its wake
like heads of wheat.

Ash, willow, elm,
small-leaved limes.
a fishnet of shadow.

Barbecue smoke spills
across the lawn
like poured pollen.

A broadcast of petal-
shaped pieces of light
defines the pool’s surface.

The sunlight falls slower
than the sap ascending
these manicured trees.

We are all already
dead, we are the outnumbering
dead. The car passes.

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