The plantation

10 The Plantation

Trees planted in rows

Separated by

Stakes and laneways through

And crosses painted blue

I ran between the trees

I ran between the trees

Until I couldn’t see

The shadows of my feet

Maybe it’s the last

Maybe it’s the last time?

Of billboards and estates

Of real estate agents and their sons

Chased with water guns

I ran between the trees

I ran between the trees

Until I couldn’t see

The shadows of my feet

Could I climb my way to see them?

Could I shout to make them hear me?

Could I wake them in the morning?

Could I find them in our backyard?

Please open up their eyes

Please open their eyes again