We’re going to be late for a grown up thing
and you spot it, peering through a crack
in the meeting of concrete and brick wall:
the first firework in the north, a fist
with the winning lottery numbers tattooed
across the knuckles, God mooning,
a green meerkat, a vertical planet,
the queen on tiptoes, a yodelling fox.
It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, so I watch you
watching the life out of it.

© Carl Burkitt 2021