fistfuls of frogspawn
bog mint mud redolent
of lamb on the bone
a boy running springwards
with wings on his heels
spawn-eyed with jam jar
and glistening in flight
insect a hunting
down on his knees
caddis fly larvae
the waters slide
adventures budding
across the fields
or over the hill
let the river decide
on the ricochet day
this way or that
with so much urging
let's go let's go
further and further
a giant moon cheese
on a dusky horizon
the War of the Worlds
halt lads in mid-breath
standing star-eyed
dark calling homeward
where stories glide
together in lore
and tolled down to bed
in this Eros village
snuggling in thrumming
and wrapped in the clouds
to dream of tomorrow
where shotgun will ride
to his galloping childhood
hi oh silver away
so terrier bite
on this feral age
on this time of your life
and never let go
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