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ramble

Is this a prose poem? Maybe, I’m not sure, but it is a little story.

Not much happens, but I think poetry can sometimes be about the little stuff, can’t it?

ramble

Have you seen a lama?
Well, yes, though not today.
…..My first was secured
………near a phonebox, somewhere
……………….in France, I think.

…………But no, his hand-space signals
………..only a substantial got-away
…….trout held up for imaginary inspection.

………A toy?
……………Yes, we –
……………………….(indicating trailing downhearted child)
………………………– lost it, probably somewhere near the top.

……..I’m fairly good at spotting
…..medium-fish sized anomalies, but
………..Afraid I didn’t see it.
……………I say, pausing.
………………….What colour is it?
……………………….Light, sort of cream.
…………Which yes, I suppose, is
……………………………………lama-like.

………………I’ll keep a look out.
………..Then passing last,
…………….hooded laddie intense:
………………..Let us know if you find it.
…………………..regret is sharp in focus,
………………..requiring promises:
…………………………………………..I will!

………….Lower down the dog walk
…….Mum and younger sister
………………………………gather blaeberries, waiting
………….with the brown lab who,
………………..being dog, is stressed
…….because the family is now here
……………………………………………………and there,
……………………..not simply here.

……..She (the dog) prefers strawberries
………..(when available)
………………..and frets quietly sitting
……………………while I reminisce about (good old) Boo
…………..who liked to graze here once-upon-a.

…………..I confirm my low lama score
………………..paced in-between.
.……………………I hope they find it. I say so.
………………………………………………As I turn to walk on,

………………Mum spots figures in the distance
……..They’re coming back,
.
…………looks like he’s got something
.
…………………………………..in his hand.

…………I didn’t see, but my mind’s eye
………………optimistically glimpsed
…………………………..something far off,
……………....……..camelid shaped, perhaps
………………………………..softly woolly,
………………………………cream clutched safe,
…………………………in tight silence.