so memo gone around

A bigger vase so she can flourish again.
Pastimes are awaiting reopening
Folk like me who have no skin in the game.
Signs from decades gone, keep calm and shopping.

What games do kids play in a live warzone?
My eyes are dim, I cannot see. My specs
blasted smashed in front of me. Drones, drones, drone
bombs drop drop like nan’s doodlebug wrecks.

“It’s been fliipped on its head.” she says “It’s harming everybody else.” Pastimes
are becoming present times and fits
even future times. Re-opening prime

war memories in old folk, veterans.
Those who had skin in the game, open wounds.