CVD19.3

Outwards,

Colluding exercise, essences

And hopping a few green spaces.

Going out some

While, inner voice calm;

Down.

Being away,

Always alone,

Tranquil

Sitting in the sun.

Basking next the greedy pigeons

Distanced,

Walking all the back ways:

Ones neither or others either!

Onwards,

Through insidious Merrion Lanes,

Keeping the dumb

(Beyond arms length)

An obvious difficulty.

Oblivious,

Wake up stupid folk!

Are the British always

Somnambulant?

Sideways

And swerving;

A few close shaves.

So paltry isn't a mind,

Yet a fly would linger

Bemused!

Riding around these vacant lots

(Looking for a place to land)

Noticing

Zero; inevitable silence.

Unbelievably four forks,

Together,

Are having a BBQ,

Smoking the Leylands,

As I waft home.