iced steps
cold the understanding
that blue knees in shorts need speed
need an adventure to warm the heart
four
long wide concrete steps slid
gracefully down to the black path
that disappeared into the dusk
we need a slide to toboggan our bums
as fast as the speed of delight
brought the thought from someone
ice
and the ice that we needed was frozen water
each with an empty milk bottle we tripped
back and forth across the road
to a tap behind the terrace houses
opposite to its intention we took
no time at all to pour sin upon the steps
and froze retribution into grimace
finished
when along ran my cousin
promptly to slip and fall
and spray blood on one and all
as his howl ran home
our laughter tobogganed
the flag of bravado at full mast
a night to slip into memory
and freeze
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