Hobbies by Catherine Baird
I see the brown, limp fronds wilting over the lawn’s edge. I wish I was a person who could do outdoor practicality but I don’t have Wellingtons. If the leaves were cut, cleared, thrown in the bin, what else would I despair over, at the window, eating my well-done toast.
Catherine Baird lives near Glasgow in Scotland. She likes writing poetry, short and long stories, and lots of things that turn out to be meaningless / a waste of paper. She thinks that reading your work aloud is the way to find out if it works.
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