You picked wild garlic, dandelion leaves, early nettles,

pennywort and primroses to make a salad.

A bowlful of riverbank.

You kept it green and ready in a Tupperware for lunch.

But you forgot it in the rush to catch the train,

leaving my questions unanswered.

Now the primroses shiver under misted plastic

like the pale faces of children

drowned in green water.

First published in Reach 257 February 2020