Over the last seven days

The sun kissed a stranger.
The moon punched a balloon.
A crack between the wall and the doorframe
grew wide enough for a soul to fall in.
A Glaswegian parrot turned up.
The leaves over the road waved
goodbye to each other every morning.
Tarmac gave up.

© Carl Burkitt 2023

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