fragile people –
bob about –
on this pond
the rescue boats
well, their lights have shone

i see a twinkle in your eye –
and something does glisten
but you threw it out of the car
when you decided to be more driven

i sign pieces of paper
and it does come down to that
name and date,
pages two and eight, front and back

childlike experiences
have left gaps and holes
they break the connections –
and limit life goals

this world today –
as we experience it –
is now an –
expose of our privilege

childhood,
is where you are schooled
and you learn –
to be a social actor

what a year –
it has been
am i cascading
through an opulent dream

there is a quietness
and a tillness
to our town
‘lockdown’ has pull back our town’s curtains
there are new sights and sounds

i must assume
my writing’s worth is rendered less
because of gender
and colour
should i be saying that?