Catherine Ayres

Don’t leave

the dandelion growing through concrete
the broken windows birthing stars
the puddles magicking their rainbows
the new skin smiling under scars

the tags shouting loud in the underpass
the pigeons shitting on spikes
the friends still alive in photographs
the dust furring slants of light

the street lamp stuttering at twilight
the bin liner roosting with the crows
the back lane cradling its secrets
the old song rising in your throat

the dead leaves dancing on the forecourt
the flyers bleeding in the rain
the motorway howling in the darkness:
remain, remain, remain.