I will put in the locker

The smell of a sweaty sneaker on a damp evening
Water from the nozzle of a deodorant bottle
A tip of a towel hung on the back of the door.

I will put in the locker

A tree with a weeping trunk
A ray of golden sun (from a summer’s day)
A twinkling star from a galaxy far away.

I will put in the locker

Three wishes spoken in three different languages
The last moan at Mr Brenton’s joke
And the first time I saw your face

I will put in the locker

Second season and a blue moon
An alien on a white horse
And a prince in a space ship
My locker is fashioned from platinum ice and silver
With whispers in the corners and locks on the door
Its handle is the arm of a crocodile.

I shall bath in my locker
Wallowing in the ocean’s bubbles of forever
And dry myself on a scorching hot beach
That is as hot as the embers