They picked wild garlic, dandelion leaves, early nettles,
pennywort and primroses to make a salad,
a bowlful of riverbank
left in a Tupperware box for lunch.
They forgot it in the rush to catch the train.
I froze it, with my unanswered questions, for later.
Now the primroses shiver under misted plastic
like pale faces of children drowning in green water.
Published in Green Ink – Forage