Town Hall table,
hands loop and lift
unwinding reels
trenching stitches
scarlet and black;
gathering the
gifting flowers,
recollecting sacrifice.
November tree, hallowing
net bearing bloom
dark and red,
a thing of beauty for sorrow.
Market Square
crosses salute
shoulder to shoulder
singular and silent
remembering
The raked green earth
springing up
in birdsong
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