Erasmus Street

The plane trees lean in confidentially,
whispering their teenage gossip, each new branch
thin, quick to pick up where the sun
angles past five brick storeys; early light.

Leaves are hanging out together, a green gang
skilful, starting to be shady, flickering
their unkempt heads over the street’s neat lines
where no one hears their mute rebellion.

D. A. Prince

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