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.