I don't do regret much but sometimes it catches up ...
Morning Walk
She likes to lag behind
sniffing the unsavoury
and then makes a dash to catch up
pretending she's still a young thing
though she missed that magpie
within tail-swipe distance.
I'm lagging myself these days
behind my younger self.
I see her up ahead outstripping
both of us- her head a saturated solution:
things she said and shouldn't have
things she should have and didn't.
No space for wonders like
starling murmurations
or meteoroids crashing,
Halley's comet could pass her by.
If she'd only looked up
things would probably
have turned out
much the same
but she might have seen
a thing or two.
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