Ghosts of natural things
On Walnut Close, no walnuts.
No cherries on Cherry Way.
Bramley Crescent replanted
with an orchard of streetlights;
single, glassy, white-fleshed fruits
it takes a moon to ripen.
Soon there’ll be a Meadowcroft,
Barley Gardens, Wheatfield Road.
Soon, there will be nothing left
save ghosts of natural things.
Our world, made less permanent,
as we make it more concrete.