Poem #2,794 | These paths are thick
These paths are thick
with drained mud –
as
we walk my heel sinks
& sticks –
surfaces are
slick tricks
[a re-set of
ditches & drains has a
wasted drag on levels
as rain pools] –
This a
marked route to other
times where my kids
[I
am singular now] ran –
A dyke of sorts circles
a sham lake –
middled
with a bare island that
has a risen whale’s arc
above water –
not our
destination this time –
no clinker boat to row
as we punt over paths