and the world decided to shine for the day:
puddles didn’t climb into soft trainers,
cats on their second or third or fourth (etc) life
reset back to their first, conkers grew polished,
clouds looked like whatever you wanted,
people said the word Cheese and meant it,
crumbs took time off, small talk
sounded like an on-form orchestra.
We got dressed up, like kids
with the time and space to be anything.
© Carl Burkitt 2021