The silence of a Sunday
sits in potholes living a tut-free day,
the traffic light green man in no rush,
the red man given a chance to show off,
mopeds in sheds,
exhausted pipes letting babies sleep in,
mopeds in sheds,
mopeds in sheds,
soft soled trainers swapping heaven
for pavements, tip-toeing back to life,
agreeing to stay near home that night,
mopeds in sheds.

Carl Burkitt 2024