sun / soft

sun ripened berries

tucked into plastic takeaways –

an ironic sight of reduce and

reuse. laid upon a wooden

bench; moldy ply. their bodies

rumbled themselves into

soft bruises. tumbling

half-somersaults inside

your knapsack as we moved

angles, weaving through an

overwhelming tide of rage.

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