rocket trails weightless in the star-studded sky
flower bursts hang, hang
fall like clothes
softly dropping to a carpeted floor
clothes
Edinburgh Springtime
Edinburgh springtime
T-shirts, sandals, sunglasses
Tourists in mufflers
I was your jumper
I started off as your jumper, your sweater, you pulled me over and held me tight.
Then too soon I was a single sock at the back of the drum.
simonsalento 