Late night walks in the garden Charlotte Cosgrove

Charlotte Cosgrove

Late night walks in the garden

I have a habit Of unlocking the back door late at night Walking barefoot Letting the grass soften under my skin. He always shouts me back in from the window. But I can drown him out now, I’ve had practice. I look straight ahead in the soft darkness Where the trees and bushes have overgrown, I ignore the sides, fenced up, fenced in. I want to keep walking away, Keep going beyond.