The Green Tram
In my 46th year there
are so many things
I want to tell you.
How everyone is
drunk at Wimbledon,
and a fox has come to live in our
garden. We feed
him duck livers from a can.
In return he doesn’t destroy
the plantings. We are shunned
on the block.
Oh, there are days when
the darkness falls
too fast and I feel myself
spinning.