Sunlight gleams through trees,
painting the white roads yellow
the rusty rails, gold.
Eating Sunday roast,
brightness through the window
warming up our skin.
A fishing lake, black
as an oil slick on a sea;
light licks through the pines.
The autumnal light
kissed her like a kitten’s mouth
edging through the trees.
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Greg Buddery hosted Poetic Justice. This is his third book of poetry.
Scavenging is 32 pages of what it means to be poor and in love, published by Liverpool's most radical small press: erbacce. The author's best work to date. You can read more of Greg's stuff by clicking here
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