a soggy trail of footprints

weaves from discarded towel

along saturated linoleum flood plain

after a devastating battle between

rival pirate ships

on the great ocean Bathtubius,

the water dousing the fires of war,

and continues hesitantly

along the green meadow

of Hall Way

leaving faint memories of feet now

as the water is left behind

til the great gate of Bedfordshire

looms up before you

and finally you reach your destination

as you drift away on a starlit breeze

your tender, damp skin carressed

by the gentle night air