It won’t happen again till I am “old”
Yet instead of proper eyewear
I chase down street art coordinates
I fall into an unexpected bookshop and buy an anthology of May Sarton
And when I cross the public park in sunlight
grown suddenly strange
My impulse - somehow - is never to look skyward
But to turn around and watch the others watching
*Featured image credit: @braapbraappew on Instagram
The Sold Kingdom 
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