#Poem an old map

It’s an old map
so no surprise when I end up
in my muddy boots
facing across a brand new dual carriageway

Not what you would call busy
but there’s motion
people off somewhere
and each car is like I’m watching
a day in the life of myself
especially this month
when sunrise blends straight into sunset

Each December
you’re on your own
dragged into the self-obsessed orgy of solstice

Just you
All the birds have flown
All the flowers have dropped


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