Crumbs Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Crumbs

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It is a hot day,
he forks the soil
and smells the earth's shine,
crumbling its feeling
within his fingers.

It rained yesterday
and its thirst
was assuaged
as he drank
his tea inside...
and ate shortbread.

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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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