You should see the chips
javelining their way to the fryer,
pole vaulting into newspaper,
front crawling to bellies and beyond.
You should see the chips:
gold medals on dinner tables,
a bit of weekly structure,
something for people to talk about.
You should see the chips:
years of hard work,
pride on street corners,
a brief moment of I can do it.
You should see the chips:
they were just a packet of chips.

© Carl Burkitt 2021