on a day of heartbreaking sunshine
you sip coffee on the terrace
of the cafe by the lake
her bell attracts you
as the bicycle wheels to a stop
and she leaps off giggling
her blue sailor dress
of navy blue
her white ankle socks
she leans on the fence
arching like a birch
in a rainbow
looking backwards
to the path where her friends
peddle closer
it is then you see
that look of disdainful
disappointment
as she looks down
to the blue bicyle
leant on a post
intrigued you
question within yourself
if she knows
the thinnest of clouds
casts the faintest of shadows
as the friends pass
and she cries out
remounts
and is gone
you sip your coffee
and watch children
fish for water-boatman
on the lake
The Blue Book
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