Untitled Poem

Please keep off the greener grass
Says the sign in Regent’s Park,
So soon we found a browner patch
And put our fingers on our eyes.

Now I see between the gap
Leaves are still, white and reaching
And something else was reaching too,
We fell behind, us and our eyes.

Tupperware sits on the floor
From our pre-prepared lunches.
It was an Ok afternoon
But not as good as the idea.