Feet of clay

Feet of dirt.

Feet of tree that will not fruit.

Feet of elephant that died and was buried at the school.

Feet of someone walking down the driveway with torch.

Feet of pay day.

Feet of landlord at the door with a spanner.

Feet of neighbour turning to me with horror.

Feet of air.

Feet of stars. Feet of sun again.

Feet of England.

Feet of clay.

I run and I run but never quicken my pace.

 

About ashleighlou

Person, usually on bike
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