[Richard G]

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Puddles


Can you remember when it was
that you last dared to splosh?

And not some accidental ankling
as for a bus you rushed.

But, giving it both Wellingtons,
deciding you'd commit,

instead of wavering, excuseful,
around the edge of it.

Perhaps you have forgotten how
to measure out your sprint?

Or blast off, from a standing start,
or quite how good it felt

to feel yourself begin to fly
despite that cumulus of doubt

scudding through your cloudless sky:
a fleeting faint-heart thought,

This one might be the one to have
the hidden threat of depths

and you're a falling Dr. Foster
to the antonym of zenith.

But, you'll remember landing
with a stamping flat-foot-slap

and standing, plashingly triumphant,
swashing waters swooshing back:

proofed against the disapproving
wet-tyre traffic hiss.

What is the point of puddles
if it isn't this?









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What's the Point of Puddles?


Can you remember when it was
the last time you sploshed?

And not some accidental ankling
whilst running for the bus.

But, giving it both wellies,
deciding to commit,

not wavering, with excuses,
around the edge of it.

Perhaps you have forgotten how
to measure out your sprint,

or blast off, from a standing start,
or quite how good it felt

to feel yourself begin to fly
despite that cumulus of doubt

scudding through your cloudless sky.
A fleeting faint-heart thought,

This might be the one.
The hidden threat of depths

and you're a Dr. Foster falling
to the antonym of zenith.

But, you must remember landing
with a stamping flat-foot-slap,

standing, plashingly triumphant,
swashing waters swooshing back.

Proofed against all disapproval
from the wet-tyre traffic hiss.

What is the point of puddles
if it isn't this?




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