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The Small Gate
By Ceri Westaway Williams
Almond blossom was it? Or cherry...never could tell them apart.
Nor trees.
Big, small, thorny, green, not green.
Now she did know monkey-puzzles. Because they looked cross.
Waving their arms in annoyance at dogs. And people who came to
this park.
They were dotted about the place in a negligent way, (the trees,
not the people,) as though someone had tossed infant seeds into a
high wind and didn't bother where they landed until they grew angrily
right here. The lucky ones were near the pond with the ducks she
loved.
This year there were babies and she woke early each day to go and