Walk Home

Grit caught in the scab,
life dragging through treacle.

Bottle ship sails under legs bridge,
umbrella shading its voyage.

Rain inventing rivers and lakes,
dark orange depths created.

Lights of home in the distance,
nearly lost in mud, keep moving.

Don’t fall, don’t cry, calm down,
don’t make a sound.

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