THOUGHTS ON SEEING AN EMPTY CONDOM PACKET ON THE GROUND AT THE EDGE OF THE PARK IN THE MORNING
The trees applaud the finish
of the first act
The night is excited
She stretches arms skywards
Spreads her fingers wide
like starfish
like a sycamore leaf
like a red kite’s wings
She looks down and grins at him
His back is damp
Her knees are grubby
The night is
mushroom spores
fox cry
moon bathed
a little death
Ready for Act 2? she says
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