They’re taking the Christmas tree down in the service station

They’re talking about the width of the doors.
They’re talking about the box for the lights.
They’re talking about Every bloody year.
They’re talking about cold turkey sandwiches,
the price of goose fat, the smell of Burger King.
They’re talking about socks and sherry
and the smell of Boxing Day grass.
They’re talking about that bloke’s shoes.
They’re talking about hydration.
They’re waving at a toddler standing
in the way. They’re talking
about next year and doing it all again.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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