us, in another version

in another version of this,
the forsythia didn’t forget
to bloom in its yellow dress,

a bright startlement
against the old red bricks

and in another version,
waking up beside you
would be almost ordinary –

the difference being the margin
between falling and fallen

© Sarah Whiteley

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