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Skeletal trees line
the trackside and dark low cloud
turns all things to bronze.
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by Scooj
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Skeletal trees line
the trackside and dark low cloud
turns all things to bronze.
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by Scooj
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A man eating grapes
barely pausing for breath
finishes the lot.
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by Scooj
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Sandy grey stonework
catching shards of morning light
in Aquae Sulis.
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by Scooj
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Nonchalant creature
skulks slowly across the tracks;
feigned indifference.
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by Scooj
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Journey to London
just enough time to prepare;
important meeting.
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by Scooj
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One is company
two’s a crowd. Joined by colleague
on the London train.
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by Scooj
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Penned in by green fields
neat rows of cloche-like dwellings;
mud pigs on a hill.
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by Scooj
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Sweet wrapper crackle
impolite in extremis
when I’m in this mood.
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by Scooj
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A view from the train
the meandering river
where fours and eights pull;
predominant colour green
and all feels good with the world.
by Scooj
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Long snow-lined hedgerows
stand proud in the warming sun
seeing off winter.
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by Scooj