All it takes

is an owl running away,
the stiff pedal of a bin,
a melting Dairy Milk,
a dry towel, dead tea,
a box of cracked bones,
records never spinning,
questions stuffed in throats,
a daft ending.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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