There’s a Mini in the recycling truck,
an octopus on the train tracks,
a fake hotdog in a pushchair.
Books are hats and shoes and pillows.
Your legs are dog legs, your tongue
is a bubble catcher, your hand is a spade.
The tractor is a head massager,
the DVD case is a fly swatter,
the wooden egg is a grenade.
Today is tomorrow and yesterday
and forever and the corner of a room
built by the fingers in your mind.

© Carl Burkitt 2022