Others
have risen
to a cream‑filled top.
Others
have put on a brown coat
and barely
managed to look after the shop.
Some
have been honest;
others
have just thrown well‑chiselled darts.
And others
have given grace and beauty
to the idea of falling apart.
And we are all
caught in municipal parks,
wondering what would happen
if we were to tread on the grass.
Because our dreams
ferment best in the dark.
Others
have almost certainly got away with it,
counting the false coins
in ill‑gotten pay packets.
James Garratt – June 2026
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Municipal Parks – Written June 2026 (Aged 51)
