Saying what you mean.
Meaning what you say.
Stray dreams of grey dogs by park benches and squashed frogs.
How sticklebacks have mean faces on Macc Canal of all places.
Trust disgraced on the back of shoe laces hidden by my childlike self.
Pump up sneakers and no place to be.
I didn’t say trainers – Americanize me.
I dream a dream of time gone by.
A glare a peak and then I fly.
It is too much to watch them die.
I still understand but don’t know why.
© G.P Williamson 2018