Underworld; 24.10.2017

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Saturday 16th June

A PLACE ON THE MAP:

Someone drew an arrow on a stick, it points into an empty field.
The soft heads of something green undulate in waves blown by
a gentle breeze. Broken glass embedded in the dirt beneath my feet
reflects the sky, cars hiss, crows launch themselves from
the blacktop into the wind & tiny England flags fly
from tiny Korean cars.

(K)

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