Saturday 1 March 2014

BROWN REMNANT



morning is like a dishrag

a
grimy shower stall

the Winnebago in the farmers lay-by
is
an
obscene
megalith 
among the swamp fields
and
wind split trees

half a worm struggles over pothole tarmac
he
never
seen
before

a brown remnant blind

i know how he feels




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