a conspiracy of sorts

I heard the door bang and things being dragged

It was a Saturday Night; I heard the door bang and things being dragged

that feeling; not panic, but discomfort, not fright but one of fear; unease builds

this went on for a while

then I heard a voice…it's ok, it’s ok

i recognise the voice, relieved there is a conspiracy of sorts

out of the window, still, quietly peeking; 

i see plasterboard backlit, and piled against the gate

i smile;

know what is happening here

It’s a protest!

A small resistance!

against

those who fly-tip their trash

 vans who trudge up the mud, wheels churning as they try to get unstuck

in our backyard

an anonymous conspiracy includes reflections on; toilet pan, table frame, anglepoise lamp, wooden chipboard sheets

 a protest against the football fans who don't care about our footpath, wild roses and barberries planted to make things

 a little bit nicer

a little bit…safer

for from seed to nettle, bramble, apple, (from acorn to oak), 

I see fruit trees and billowing BBQ smoke, people gathered on uncontrived decking…

 I can believe in this; do you?!

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On the morning of Tuesday 30th April, the council waste department came to gather the fly-tipped items. I saw them photograph the items, as I had also done earlier on. Time will tell if the gate is left open for vans to churn and Hearts fans to park…