A tale I wrote
Come on then,
let's go for a walk.
Let's head to the park with the wet bench
and the tree like an old-man's finger.
Let's get bored punching puddles
with our feet and head to the cafe
where people will see you
and say things like Oh, you're lovely
and tut when you scream
as a digger is towed past the window
and shake their heads as you try
to learn how to push a door
400 times bigger than your fists.
Come on then,
let's go for a walk.
Let's go anywhere that helps me
forget the feeling that creeps
up my calves for no reason
from time to time inviting me
to head in the wrong direction.
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