Felt footsteps on a steel bridge
in a mist. Beneath the paths' claw
a common, grey sunk into green.
river reflects a man who’s straight
from the front of a fridge-freezer.
Cartoon scarf in lines parallel
to his flapping trouser bottoms,
quiff and satchel. Does he hesitate
mid-stride or is your brain racing?
Has everything stopped? No.
You are still striding with fake
self-assurance. A medicated stumble
is always on the agenda during
walks in the afternoon, just as
the levetiracetam takes another
chunk of confidence away.
Soon coffee in the Box cafe.