a load of crap but now it’s a load of dung.

a winter’s snow but now it’s wrapped in BPA.

a silent treatment but now it won’t shut up.

behind closed doors but now its angling for fame.

hidden like treasure and now its in a museum.

willow weeping and now its ashes

oak now table

time now bending

wages now self-employed

water now cloud

wondering now,

wandering still.