wet

traffic. faster, looser, wait, wait, now go, go behind me - i know there’s a puddle - wait, wait, cross sides, looser, don’t wince. must be how bullied ballerinas feel. into woods. fiddle with shoe. pirouette around mud. so wet. to coach road. flooding has gone. shiny whiteness on golf course. might be snow but think it’s the river. over stile, across fields. water and watery mud. black trousers look rusty in low golden sun. maize crop rustling in wind, dry leaves like streamers. more shiny whiteness. vast sheet of water at bottom of ploughed field, looks just like snow. rats up rat run lane. some of blackberryin’ squad, as i know them, in car halfway up dead end lane by woods. various lads like to wait there for some reason. once wondered if they were going blackberry picking. through woods and back. recumbent sign with restaurant’s menu on has film of water. been lying on verge for several weeks. feel gordon would suggest they stand it up.