
Sadly, head hung low,
outgrown by competition,
lamp post turns away.

Sadly, head hung low,
outgrown by competition,
lamp post turns away.

Another day gone,
daylight folds in on itself—
introvert curls up.

Blotchy white patches,
watercolours on canvas—
night clouds glow with rain.

Scattered in our parks
life, dying and decaying—
little white petals.