Observations from walking the hood.

With thanks to D. D. Buck^ for use of the header image.

Comfortable shoes
A sensible jacket
Rainproof apparently
Even though there’s only
A hint of water in the sky
Out walking little toy dogs
Hard breathing consequence
Or our abominable fashions
Others emerge from
Oblong doors
An array of all colours
Belying the clothes
And disposition
More than one
Hobbles towards a car
On crutches
A trip to a hospital
Many miles away
Thanks to the democratic habits
Of a decent proportion
Of an indecent nation
Get comfy
Get out the boiled sweets
Pucker up and suck on a sour
Such as you are
No one would know
What’s in your mouth
Just see your hope
It’s not some migrant doctor
Looking for what’s the matter
And I wonder
Would they stop to stoop
Pick up that poop
If I wasn’t watching them
Watching them and wondering
Was it really you
Once the beautiful young people
Ripe with hope and desire
Whose laughter rang free
Without cruel moral abandon
Lighting night
Through lifted rafters

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