as I wet my Nanna’s mouth
with a tiny bud of wool
she lies half in this world
half in another unseen.
My hand fetches water from the well
of the cup, every time my eyes
notice cracks appear in softness,
dry earthquakes open soil
like her trowel levers earth open
for the receipt of a seed or flower.
© 2017, Paul Brookes
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