0010 Memory

and brought back with her the first few primroses she did not pick tucked neat into the hedgerow a wisp of sheepwool caught on wire she did not touch a dewdro p which the sun caught as she passed rabbits who lifted softbrush ears paused then hopped away and yet not fast a slight breeze which did not touch the primroses which blew the wisp of sheepwool a little for a moment which trembled the dewdro p into colours and yet it stayed on the grass stalk in the night the primroses sheltered in her and grew imperceptibly the sheepwool almost touched her the dewdro p joined the air around her the rabbits slept close to her the breeze sighed and waited outside the window in the morning they awoke together