We could always go fishing, he said, wishing there was something else they could do, but fate had denied him the chance to have pride in an imagination that did not exist.
like a cat uncurling
I used to do it if you can believe it
like a flag unfurling
I can do that.
spreads like Marmite on Ryvita
sounds like, that I’d like to meet her.
but he already knew.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.