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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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