today
the brain was shovelling
all the good things
all that is golden
all the good things
all that is golden
just digging down lifting up with flourish
whoosh
to have it all fall down on me
you've seen the kid
who has the right idea at the sandpit
or amongst fallen flowers at the park
invoking glee
glee, can you believe it
locally sourced, organic
being able to love what I already have
wanting what is there for the taking
the blood in my veins laced with gratitude
rushing rushing
turning every light on
there appears to be external collusion as well
every song on the list
hitting and smashing the spot
till I am just a spot inside the spot
swimming
swimming
the production value of the scenes outside the window
top class
and I smile, it turns to a grin,
humour! inside me!
welcome welcome hello
and then a knowing,
win or lose, this is a fucking good game
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