I’m Home
Peter Layton
My own life follows behind me even though it’s been shredded in a shredder.
People look on it with amusement.
And I imagine it could be looked on that way.
From outside it, it’s OK to view from a past.
My car, like me, is rusting in its street.
And as a background of cold.
Just like the ducks that are shotgunned as they fly.
Thinking of something so far from this.