Cookies for the office

He’s holding four bags of cookies
for the office. His eyes are cups of tea,
his mouth a row of sugar lumps.
The bounce in his step on the outside road
jumps up to the flat I’m standing in
waiting for my son to wake up
imagining the four bags of cookies
he is holding are for the office.
I can’t even see his eyes.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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