balls from the poundshop
on the brown grass lawn
are left where the last game ended
& bleached & dirty
they punch at
the low part
of my heart
~
its a heavy scene
like a bomb site snap
broken chair / lost doll
you know ?
so i wrote the following -
balls
in the garden
but
no child to play
&
i dont want children
but
i am sad anyway
balls
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