The café says it serves All the drinks.
There’s an average looking tree
with a piece of tape wrapped around the trunk
saying Do not use. A man covered in paint
just high-fived himself on a roundabout.
Is it possible to be in lust a with a city?
If you look too closely, you might fall in love
and out of love and back in love,
so I just borrow London’s coat for a weekend,
walk around like I used to,
watch someone picking a punnet of cherries
outside a greengrocer’s at midnight
and blow the tarmac a kiss.
© Carl Burkitt 2022