The self help book-sized pigeon don’t care
about blocked bathroom plugs. It don’t care
about
bean stains on favourite white t-shirts,
to do lists written in half broken pens,
a nagging sense of never being fulfilled,
a creaking floorboard, a nagging sense.
It cares about the inch of warm park grass
below its feet; the promise of a fresh picnic.

Carl Burkitt 2024