(to be placed on the fence overlooking the river)
Watch the hungry ducks. There is no
bread left, just discarded packaging
blowing down the path. A shadow
on the river hiding a floating
forgotten football. Kicked, lost, goal?
Hear the carrier bag lightly rustling
up in the branches, a solitary soul
ensnared by the wind. Start noticing,
looking, you might see odd smiling faces
staring over at you. Gang symbols,
graffiti painted in impossible places
or elaborately printed cubist angels?
You stood here before, yet seldom
saw images so abstract and random.
Lester Easterbrook DMU