Glide down the street with feet barely touching ground

Earth shaking moments like this day

Leave one wrangled and drenched

With over-the-top optimism and a profound sense of entitlement


Skip past the flower shop, far and away from everyday thoughts

Thoughts which smell cleverishly like heaven

Traffic signs mean nothing, no people in the way

In the way like sheep being herded toward the big buzz


In one instance, one can see everything clearly

Clear as a churchbell on Sunday morning

Float past the dirty old man, Starring

Through a horde of caderacts which cloud his vivid eyes


Slipping in and out of sunshine

Do the best to remember what this happiness is for

It’s worth what was paid for

The sharp tare and the sting

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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