Tile fix

It's not me going round,

Painting targets on supermarket floors.

If it was, there'd be discount price crash symbols everywhere

And Little squares of flowers


Am I missing some periscopic zen,

A kindness for the fossils

Beneath the soles of my size ten?


Best leave them alone.

Nobody who ever lived and loved

Deserves to find themselves

Held up

And described as broken stone.