The Postman Passes

I follow the trail
Of red rubber bands,
That he has dropped.

They have fallen
In every possible, looped shape:
Circles,
Eggs,
Bananas,
Hearts,
Figures-of-eight,
Male genitalia.

I worry about the birds
Choking,
As they destroy
His way home.

22 February 2008

I seem to be obsessed with things I see on pavements at the moment... Obviously, hints of Hansel and Gretel, and (in the title) "Pippa Passes" by Browning...