know the feeling
doncha
slumping in your chair like a
dumpling when
breezes in the chimneybreast
begin to whisper of
somewhere anywhere
doncha
when you have
no wish to turn on your television
radio
computer
phone
as the world they bring
is not your own
& now you are suddenly
nowhere everywhere
hearing on the wind in the flue
a world that draws you
cooing doves &
cries of children &
cars swishing by
doncha
wish to open the jailhouse door
walk free with
no particular place
to go but out & away
know the feeling
doncha
from way back when those
grumpy grownups growled
get lost &
doncha come back before dusk
haha
never the same road twice
when you & your best friends
walked & walked until you reached
those unknown hedges
houses
highways
hidden byways to a
world you had never been
tree trunks never climbed
faces never seen
streams you had never dammed
streetnames you never heard
haha
whole estates of footballers
poets
scientists
explorers &
doncha
recall how full it felt to
return at dusk with treasure trove
a strip cartoon of images
drawn from a Brilliant day
when you'd wandered in a novelty
wonderland
fresh pastures glimpsed but once though
present still & steady yet for
future days as souvenirs of
days gone by &
still to be that
boy or girl you were &
still to see whatever's new &
still to walk free with
no particular place to
go
doncha still go out & away
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