Friction on the Jacket.
Tilly Mints ice cream with Nutella Crepes,
hole in the wall lets us know its there.
Light burns my eyes and cold air grips my fingertips.
Humming of the air conditioning bellows out then,
fades to single footsteps and a whisper of a bird song.
Crisp nature underfoot,
till there’s ten.
Dew on the grass seeps into my toes.
Slide down three grass slopes.
Roses in view.