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I was trundling my recyclables
in their special dark green plastic receptacle
down to the local collection platform
next to the telephone and internet connection
pillar near the stormwater grate beside the gutter
outside #23 Tilley when all the traffic on the highway
The sudden silence was quite unnerving. After a while
people got out of their vehicles and wandered about
chatting in groups of two or three. One
brought out a drinks flask and some plastic cups.
Another passed around a packet of biscuits.
I thought I saw my grandmother down there
offering milk and sugar but by the time
I climbed down the hill to greet her, the cars
were moving again. I’ll make scones
I thought and wait here for her tomorrow.
We haven’t spoken in years.