tripe

in the glorious

rain,

given the sights we saw together

just before the distance

removed us from our visions

of love,

like a burst baw

our relationship floated in the canal

slowly bobbing one way and the other

without direction,

thinking on it

I have no recollection

where the ball came from in the first place

do you I wonder?

anyhow               and

not to worry

we go

onto a new pitch without one