Reseeding Infinity



Mole hills are working their way across my lawn.  Eventually I decide to take action.  I cross the lawn, uneven underfoot from all the tunnels, to the most recent mound.  I slide the earth to one side and find the tunnel with my finger.  I insert the garden hose, pack earth on top and turn on the tap. 

As I wait smoke rolls across the field from my neighbour’s bonfire.  Around the hose patches of grass start to glisten, initially nearby then further off.  Between breezes I hear the sounds of trickling water.

                                                                                storm surge
                                                                    the fenland village wakes
                                                                              to flood sirens

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