three monoku by Robin Rich

one hand free the mother leaves the pram fledgling on the street
July already one dead flower falls off the mock orange
in the terrace one hot short night No.6 a baby cries

Robin Rich is bin-man living in England. Blood has a good slug of Welsh in it. Middle aged writer. Just happened by accident like everything. Published and self-published.
@rrichwords to know more.

Photo by Micael Widell on Unsplash

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