Luke Humphries

pond

it only ever takes one bravado pebble

for the sticklebacks to flirt with the

resulting water halos



cavorting with water reeds

messing up lilly pads



i

and frog platoons voyeurs of

the voluptuous slithers of sun shrapnel

slowly undressing seven veils to the

hum of the wind



(......)



they’ve built an eraser factory upon

a mass grave of ripples

and pond skippers

the factory pride their selves

upon producing the finest erasers

three counties wide



i work there

and i swan about in

my cold clinic uniform

like a dog who dumps daises



(i’m generally unhappy and

live through eraser villages, pen top

people and cows with drawing pin legs)



cavorting with water reeds
messing up lily pads

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