Thump thump bellows
the pavement, cracked beneath
my toes, as my heels click hard
on concrete stone. Thump
echoes right through
the ground, my thoughts fast whirling
round and round; snatched
up and strung
with tarnished shine;
only the slabs knew what
was mine. Now I sleep in trees
sweet saplings safe,
curled up like a buttercup,
nursing
the marble heart
in my favourite place. Leaves rolling
skittish over my face, a sigh,
a brush; the earth I taste.