Saturday, March 22, 2008

Fragments (again)

There was an accident here
The shining, dancing shards of glass
Remind one of the dreams of youth
I stand in the shade, in the early morning
At the bus interchange, I am on my way to work
Old farms
The old farms are going
Forlorn closing down
Carved and divided
As the commute spreads
Across time and space

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