felled tree

New flat, new bed, new shoes. New walk home in the dark through streets with wide pavements and tall houses and stained glass doors,

Damp air carries the scent of magnolia pollen, trees flowering in every other front garden,

These streets feel safe to the point of sterility

I want to lie in the road like the felled tree and think about things I can't change

And I think, I think I’d be fine. I’d get up and go home and go to bed