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Journey

October 27, 2019
 

He rides a train
through slow flat land:
nothing to see
but horizon,
 
wanders clumps of yellowed grass
and sand,
and sets a wounded beetle
on a stone.
 
With awkward clattering
a lone jackdaw
alights
and takes its unexpected prey.
 
Sometimes he waits all week
for a metaphor,
then two – or more –
turn up in a day.


Published Sept 2019 by Ink, Sweat & Tears
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