Thrift and honesty

With my sore knee I thank him
for the stay-cation parking in his yard
and assure him I popped the stated fee
into his box tied on the 5 bar gate.

High on the cliffs I count linnets, swifts,
rock falls. I note foxglove, bluebells.
While fat cows munch rich pastures,
crops are greening ploughed fields.

At the lowing cattle shed I calculate,
multiplying the number of cars here by
by the days of this strange tourist season.
I wonder what he tells the Accountant.




Finola Scott



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