“fuck off back to where you came from!”
projectiles across the car park
to the lady who lifts her head,
tightens the knot of her headscarf,
turns and walks away.
“Get back here, don’t you turn your back on me!”
her arms outstretched
grasping at the outline of her.
Rain starts to fall, bounces off asphalt.
Only to fall the short distance back to the ground.
Only to pool, then run to the gutter.
She walks back to her car, to where her daughter has sat
now following the rain drops with her tiny fingers
down the windscreen.