Catalogued in shadows
A few miles beyond the city
Fields build up quickly
Falling away from
Sunlit motorways,
Taunting the minor roads
With pulsating silent threats,
Then the road-works
Arcing across deserted farmyards
Charging the wind
Across unreachable vows
Weaving a wordless love
Across the haystackOnly just touching from the distance.
(Week 11 was about touch. This is only just about on the subject must admit but means a lot to me)
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