You’ve got boy band written all over you today,
black skinny jeans and the dance move freedom
of no-one watching. You are the tall one at the back
who can’t sing, but with the torso to pull off
the no top and thin chain look. Your stage is
the flat window overlooking the audience of
our little town. A nest of birds stuffed in the chimney
of a secondhand furniture shop are chirping with you,
reminding you to keep singing,
especially when people are watching.

Carl Burkitt 2024

Written while listening to ‘The Man Who Can’t Be Moved’ by The Script.