Herbs of the Common

the seeds disperse/into fallow spaces/forgotten cracks/hewn into concrete

where dogs piss/and the mailman drops his gum/chews fat with the neighbours

windblown worry/catching early august light/thistleheads casting cottonballs/across the evening skyline

where a mother shouts/at a red-faced kid/for shitting in the paddling pool

the tarmac heats/inside its oily substrate/run down in furrows/by passing buses

which sigh as they pull to a stop/exhaust exhausted

the seeds disperse

-Kirsty Fox