I’m watching a butterfly
flying in the face
of Labrador in a pub garden
and thinking about the time
I got kicked in the face
outside a nightclub.
The foot had a life of its own.
It fluttered like it wasn’t sure
what it wanted to do
and my head lay still
either lost or desperate for it.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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