Hundreds and thousands

Hundreds and thousands

I dust a fairy cake
with sparks from the spell
you cast on me
and I imagine
all the wheelie bins
full of balloons
opening their mouths
letting them rise
all in the same moment
and trawler nets
bloated with bouncy balls
splitting their bellies
above morning streets
and reels of paper aeroplanes
a cacophony of colours
launched from high rises
skyscrapers and steeples
this isn’t littering
its an explosion of imagination
of gratitude
for you