The Need for New

Tyre tracks
Cut open the sports field,

Ripped they sit stubborn,
Interrupted with litter,

A bin bag flaps,
Caught on a tree,

An open bellied fox
Lies feasted on by bugs,

A wave of ravens rises
Scattered by a gunshot,

A summer sun disappears,
Kidnapped by the clouds,

A photograph faded
As memories wilt.

Poetry.net

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