Under, Over

Hamish Campbell took to the fields,
churned up the rich earth with his Father’s spade
in hope of finding a ripe diamond or hidden artefact to sell.

Bonnie Trotter stood on a milk crate, just above the sea of pedestrians
in the high street, and wearing her rosewood dress and lemon sash,
she sang for a sixpence.

Originally published March 2016

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