They’re sprinkled across rooftops
of Costa, Oxfam, the school uniform shop,
like electric blue bird poo. Little fingers

point up at them and wonder
if anything is ever the same when you wake up.
There’s a Christmas tree bigger than our house

with baubles as big as Ford Fiestas
and I’m thinking about the size of the axe
that took this thing down.

© Carl Burkitt 2022