Flip flops and jam, the rural idyll






(Nearly 6 am on Miracle hunt day. I have been wearing flip flops since I could walk and can run backwards in them.)

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Inspiration is a secondary
Response. Stripped down this
Experience centres on the
Simplicity of appreciation

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Before I think to tidy up I take
A survey of the house-mess
An appraisal of status, if
Not in flux, it fails

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I point out the dog paw shapes
On the oven door; dogs observe
Emotion, not language, or old evidence
Dog is happy, I am not cross

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A motto on my cheap flip-flops reads
You Can Never Have Too Many Shoe
It’s not logical but the fun makes it beautiful
A stamp of flippant glamour on rubber

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The indoor woodlice hurry
Gather under the bath
Slug, on tiles above, wanders
Alone, equally sure of purpose

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From the cooking to the brewing
Kitchen, coffee odour lingers
Mingles into damp cottage, savoury
Sour wet dog, onion, earth and spice

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The stuck clock hand repeats
One tick, in the quiet house
At this undiscovered hour
Airlocks blup, snores oscillate

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Cow herders finish first milking
The machines rest, the cattle are
Gated back in the field, chewing
Grass, with comfortable udders

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Pie-packing does not stop
The factory is always midshift
Pastry rolling, cut, pressed
Filled, boxed, transported

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Bread pushes down into toaster
By means of a lever, electric heat
Crisps each slice. Butter waits
The fridge is packed with jam

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