It was the wrong bus to take –
If I’d waited, I’d have missed
The stop-start-stop of threading through the roadworks
And this walk at the other end.
The rucksack’s getting heavier with each step.
Still, it’s not raining yet.
The grass is splotched with dandelions.
They get everywhere.
Dent de lion –
Do lions have yellow teeth then?
Should see a dentist
Or use Pepsodent.
Sparrows bathing in a puddle,
Squabbling loudly –
They don’t mean anything by it.
No cats today, for a wonder –
Lucky for the sparrows.
The plants the council have put in
Are ugly as triffids,
Naked stems thrusting up obscenely.
I’d rather have the dandelions.
Nearly home now.
Ahead, a group of boys
Shout to each other though they’re close enough to touch.
They’re loud, but harmless,
Notes: Not so much a poem as a stream of consciousness.