Fight my way
Against the strength of a tenth of a hurricane
I’ll be picked up
And dropped at the start again
And I reach the fields
With the old broken trees
Split three times the size of me
Splinters where a bench used to be
And the old stone wall and railings torn
The river at the bottom
Has started to have swans
And I go to cross the road
As I am lost in my own thoughts
The crows take over from me
And I have never seen flowers of a brighter yellow
Than the ones I should have bought
And the light lands only in the corner of my eye
As the cars and vans wearily pass me by
The learner drivers do their 18-point turns
In synchrony
And they will kill you in your sleep
If you walk in the middle of the road
I’m walking around mud near the park
I’m taking over from the crows
And the green-brown field is dived at by seagulls
And they are floating away
On the strength of a tenth of a hurricane
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