An exercise in understatement. So please reflect back to me what it seems to
be about so that I can work out where it is on the old clarity/obscurity
spectrum. (Not to say that there everyone agrees there is such a spectrum.
Let's say some impression of "what it means to me" would be helpful,
thanks.)
Common ground
The For Sale sign is still fresh
the following week,
faded the following month.
Spring passes and it's summer
by the time I meet my neighbours
to say how nice their garden seems
with every blossom bulging
and every weed pulled from tidy soil.
Yet however nice the house won't sell.
They won't say it when I ask
but I watch averted glances,
stiff smiles and wonder why.
While we stand on shared ground
they blame the estate agent.
My eyes wander to the wet field
where fence posts rotted when the rain stayed,
the invasion of council grass
by sedge from the marsh.
Colin
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