Wednesday 4 December 2013

PARKPATH WORLD TO THE CAFE



all i hear is 
my
discount
trainers
making soft taps
on
the split tarmac

early PM

brown leaves tumblefloat on ghostwind

the A road
is a
hum
more imagined than heard 
like
the future
or
like 
approaching progress
invisible
beyond
browngreen horizons

and 
when the phone
in
my 
pocket
buzzes its muted rumble
the
parkpath world to the cafe 
suddenly 
appears 
a
relic
from
a
longgone time





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