Saturday, 26 March 2011
A sideways slip of balance brings us,
into this new atmosphere.
I hear lorries on the motorway
humming drone-songs through skinny air.
I'm sure they're moving faster,
urgent now to be somewhere.
Driving home in defected daylight
past budding trees on Spinney Lane:
the uncurling Spring is here.
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