Criss Cross. A poem by Eve Redmond

Blossoms blowing down the path
I nearly stop and film a dad
Throwing them at his toddler in the Church grounds
I continue my daily walk almost beat
Sun shining, wind blowing as I dodge the spreaders

Cross the road, spot another
Cross again, criss cross 

I spot a quiet road
Peace and bourgeoise homes,
Red brick and painted teal
Rainbows in the windows perfectly painted

Cross the road, spot another
Cross again, criss cross

Nearly home
I spot the hearse with one car following
Reminded again
I soldier on and reach home
I am safe

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Eve Redmond is a jeweller & lecturer based in Manchester. instragram :redmondevejewellery