- Vol. 02
- Chapter 05
Image by Dominic Goodman
Ride me, ride me
Ride me, ride me says the plastic toy who thinks it is a Derby winner
Swim me, swim me, says the empty pool who thinks it is the Mediterranean
Walk me, walk me, say the concrete slabs who think they are rolling landscape
Speak me, speak me, say the sagging wires who think they have voices of their own
Turn me, turn me, say the tired shadows who think they are part of the sun
Live me, live me, say the thousand bricks who think they are vital as air
Write me, write me, says the words of a poem who thinks it has a right to live