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LITTLE STEPS

Oct 19 Little Steps fill the tank

and before you know it

you are far

away beyond

the 5k limit

and it’s heady

all that freedom

that permission

to roam

the old familiar tracks

slip back

into gear

banish fear

play away from home

(mask beside you

ready for encounters)

a park

a tram

a railway crossing

annoying traffic lights

suddenly delight

the soul

the dusty, mouldy

fettered soul

Rathdowne Street

is thrilling

in all its bog normality

sweet plain reality

of different trees

the once frustrating

roadwork detours

delicious invitations

to explore

lanes and backstreets

not traversed

for 3 months

or more

adorable speed humps

so unlike the local ones

you’ve driven flat

since March

Toad of Toad Hall, I am

bonkers at the wheel

hear me squeal

parp parp!

toot toot!

unleashed

unhinged

unlocked

unpeeled.





See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

or on the SHOP page of this very website.

 
 
 

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