Scheme Summer
A part of E-husk Writes poetry collection
Where glow has a feeling And cold has a sound. When the midday is scorchin’ And the evening is brisk. The wee shop is out of burger buns, plastic cheese, and Tennent's. Every house on the back-to-back cul-de-sac has a plume. Enjoying our small pockets of serenity Between slabs, gravel, grass - and work again on Monday.