Poem #80

There are just so many of them

And they all have ideas.

Do you know how I’ve scraped and trawled

For a tuft

A tuft

That hasn’t been trodden, retrodden,

Rucked over by sixteen pairs of aluminium-studded boots?

But now I think I’ve got it –

Just in time, too.

And I tell you:

One unplucked wisp of green

Is worth a mudded life

In sullied nails.

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