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Sue Moules

 

 

 

SURREAL SHEEP

I sell the postcard
of multi-coloured sheep
over and over again.

“Done on a computer I suppose”
says a lady as she hands over forty pence.
“Yes, I expect so” I say.

I’ve only seen white,
black and brown sheep,
earth coloured in the fields.

Not hand-coloured
like my parents’ wedding photo
so they were always young.

I sell the postcard
of multi-coloured sheep
over and over again:

Weather good
honey ice-cream lush,
wish you were here.

 

 

Sue Moules‘ most recent collection is The Moth Box.(Parthian).

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