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