as on Saturday,
but tonight, with Fava beans from Franks.
A dirty window-box,
overflowing from above
when I arrived, poor Mrs Rodriguez
and her trembling watering-can hand,
splashing on fresh khaki trousers
collected at two from the dry cleaner,
a quick bite before the show –
War Horse in a West End theatre,
Fava beans on a shelf
reminding me of my mother
the night they took my uncle away.
Written by Jack Brewis