Monday, 18 October 2010


The train ended.
Desolate map reference.
The pavements were so crowded.
The rain so dispossessed.
It was designed to ease.
Calculable incalculable pain.
A wonderful picture of trees.
Shone in the rain above the trees.
That was an old language where.
It ended to say goodbye.
A wonderful picture of the sea.
Floated beneath the sea.

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