Sometimes my dog and I
And look at the world we are walking through.
At a spot along the riverbank
Where there are no trees.
Gravity was pulling the river to sea.
The wind was blowing the river back
To the mountains of black clouds and blue skies.
From across the river we
Could hear children screaming.
After a while my eyes found their
Colourful coats on the far bank.
Their coats were fucking loud.