Rolling down
Down hill, Life
Is easy like
Punch and the Sun,
Today, on the river,
Red and round
And full of warm
Deep ochre,
Along the river
It ran thick
And cooled quickly
Into twilight we could walk on,
Dry and clean, through
The drum-song of buskers
And the smoke of drinkers,
After work.
Who walked? I and
Passers by, passing by
The river, passing us.