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Road Home
I drove home from Sunday night folk club with a storm over my house in the distance. The beginning of this came to me.
Road Home
Leaves and walls and windows spin,
a jigsaw broken by a falling sun.
Heat,
the road home,
a breaking storm.
I wonder what we began.
There is no calm centre,
power and colour after.
Yesterday isn’t the journey,
no...
Saturday 4th July 2015 5:04 pm
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