Orchard

Some say it's between you
and your conscience,
what you do or don't do
when no-one knows or sees you.
The way you never walked that dog
when they holidayed in Devon
Just let her out to crap in the orchard
trusting it would rot in the long grass
before they found you out.
And the taste of shame like peppermint
when they brought back
that bag of rock, more than you'd ever seen
gave you that five pound note.
And the dog still greeting you
like you were a friend. Like you were good.