The gentle hum of changing opinion
Insistent drumming on blue-clad floors
Careful journeys on concrete edges
Spattered vans on the side of the road
Unwashed hair and limp, black denim
Pegs and string bind flowers to boy
Fresh pepper, tomato, avocado, chicken
Pasta in oil, soy from the bottle
Days and months spent on maroon cushions
Holes in cream left slowly to grow
Dogs on leashes, insults through windows
Asian smoke through iron and glass
Friends faraway in familiar places
Feathers in sashes outlining processions
Evenings spent noting whilst others perform
Boys writing secrets they don’t really mean
And then, you
