twelve minutes & forty-eight seconds — not bad —
two miles backpacked —
biro heart press on paper pavement’s wet:
harder it’s pushed slower it goes.
low impact the one businessman described the day
to the other, though april had sprigged through his hair foolishly.
dad — sorry — father has cramped his speech & I’m up to this:
words candy-stringed for playground artillery
blank flag wrinkled as puppyfat
smooths to a flutter & colours
regulated to the heart’s pentameter
iamb iamb iamb