Commuted

commutedIn green uniform,
like a paramedic,
steady by the Longhaugh.
His blue gloves,
a delicate lift,
as if a child,
or treasured pet.
Hedgehog prickles,
held but quiet:
a moment of morning stillness.

A three wheeled bug,
wheels up unreliant,
bob bob bobin.
Turned over ambitious,
struggling coleopteric.
Where Pitkerro
buries the Dichtie.
Rocked in rhythm
eased to roll over:
a familiar performance of resurrection.

Three sunlit swans
rising low
over Eden’s bridges.
Past long gone Hungry Horse,
a chestnut mare
watches her foal dance.
In North Street,
a small man crowned
by a large stetson.
While others yawn,
nursing coffee:
the casual contraposito of youth.
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Steve Smart is an information designer, poet and artist. View all posts by stevedsmart

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