Sunday 19th January

TREE HOUSE:

I’m walking round the block to get some air,
Dog walkers leave messages in little Blue plastic bags,
Discreetly secreted at the base of trees,
Hanging from lamp posts,
In the neighbourhood of security cameras,
Boutique coffees,
Tiny shots of juice,
Homes behind fences,
Dappled shade,
This must be Paradise,
It is safe?

(K)