He mows the grass into a football pitch,
thick green lines as neat as his fingernails.
It’s cold enough for a hat but he doesn’t
wear one because the wind on his hair is
a crowd cheering him on.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
Carl tells tales
He mows the grass into a football pitch,
thick green lines as neat as his fingernails.
It’s cold enough for a hat but he doesn’t
wear one because the wind on his hair is
a crowd cheering him on.
© Carl Burkitt 2021
Carl tells tales 