Pushing brick buses
with juvenescent hands ***** like “Harry Potter”…
Big smudges on my shirt with nuisance,
but Sammy was barely bothered…

(What a trip down Memory lane…)

Now, I mash these hands with this Land for a Sensory gain.
a Mass Erosion emerges but a mandatory pain…
Drench my sweat with soil moisture to vapour rain,
And branch my Set of Culture with this dirt under my fingernails.