Risky potential in another file

Back row snog leads to a smoke

 

Down on the couch with my

Ticket to ride

Carrying yesterday second hand

Across finer memories across leafy roads

 

And cherish the richest poor child,

Wellies, winkle-pickers, sinking mud.

 

And Mary pondered these

Things in her heart –

Women are smiles. Love wears wellies.

Telephones are sexy. Children are dead.

 

A babe in arms, softly smoothed and cradled.