My eyes

I’m looking over a wall
into a stranger’s garden
because my eyes are tall.
There’s a green plastic slide
covered in mould, greener
than the green of the green
plastic slide. It looks like a tree
has a cold and sneezed
its leaves absolutely everywhere.
I can see a trampoline, a football,
a vegetable patch, a broken pogo stick.
I’m looking at the path because
my feet keep taking my eyes
away from what excited them.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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