The trees applaud the finish
of the first act
The night is excited
She stretches arms skywards
Spreads her fingers wide
like starfish
like a sycamore leaf
like a red kite’s wings
She looks down and grins at him
His back is damp
Her knees are grubby
The night is
mushroom spores
fox cry
moon bathed
a little death
Ready for Act 2? she says
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