Back Under Lime Tree Ave

We are among my elderly friends
& not much has changed below –
a ripped fence has been propped
with roughly sawn timbers – mere
matchwood – if such a comparison
is asked for [but none ask – not in
in Uckfield’s online forum voices –
of bores & groans & of loud howls 
about foul dog mess – ’bout Brexit
& [quite feasible] immigrant boats
being hauled onshore & not so far
from Uckfield’s so anxious voices
On my first day back it is raining –
God doing prophesy? Maybe not –
not in Uckfield / Here He sprawls
benignly – a delightful white chap!
Wealden stirs – but then it demurs 
Post-Brexit glee is their new duvet