bent sideways by wind
yellowing leaves
© Rachel Green 2018
a used condom
in the wooded path
between two Chesterfield streets
leaves me wondering.
What of the poor recipient?
was she (or he) happy
to be taken in the wild
her back (his chest)
pressed up against the rough bark of a sycamore,
surrounded by dog shit,
fast food packaging
and rusting beer cans?
Was it their first time?
Their last?
A teenager, maybe,
or a frustrated wife
desperate for just a moment of being wanted?
There should be somewhere to go
for those desperate souls;
somewhere warm and comfortable
that doesn't reek of shit;
where the crunching underfoot
isn't old heroin needles.
© Rachel Green 2018
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