(In the early autumn sun Julie quietly shuffled the dying golden leaves with her bare feet)


I was being chased

By the ignorant villagers

I found myself in front

Of the bottomless pool

I had always been told

To wait and so I did

The rest is history my friend

And this is the reason

That I am selling flowers and ribbons

Here on the Wimbledon Worth Road

I had been terrified of the bottomless pool

But its reflection was my final reflection

Nothing exists for those who wait