The Lease – March 2011

The Lease

this is not a wishing well
so stop throwing pennies
you are not the earth
so stop orbiting…
this is the doorstep
this is the place
you take all your people to
this not a sky
we are not flying
at least,
there is a loss
on which you can feast
this is not a game
so why am i a counter –
or plastic piece
you could rent my space
but you will never have the lease



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James Garratt – March 2011