Top deck, front row,
your first roller coaster.
You are taller than a traffic light.
Thin glass is the only thing
stopping twigs tickling your hair.
You scream ‘hello’
at the roof of a café run by
a woman you know
then the street of a man you know
then a pub we’ve never been in.
You wave at a crane.
A builder on the seat behind us
asks if you’d like to see a picture
of the crane he works with
on his phone and you say yes
and you wave at that one too.

Carl Burkitt 2024