Monday, 2 January 2012

Fractious At The Double Roundabout


The lane is a problem. It looks lovely, it wrecks cars and shoes. We need to be a bit richer to live here, we could get a machine to level out the pot holes. We bought a pick axe but it's a long slow job... However, watching people get fouled by the double roundabout usually restores any lost sense of humour.  











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Another petit-repetition, as I collect
My sparsely previously packed bag, my coat
My list, kiss Mr on the back of his distracted
Head, push my feet into rubber boots

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Find the mist trimmed to a
Decorative edge, an embellishment
Rather than landscape disguise. Pheasants
Parade their colours to disinterested sheep

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Several shapes of leaf bridge
Overhead, I look up, an oak branch
Is cracked, action will be necessary
Before accident or obstruction occurs

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Drag my boot-soles up the lane terrain
Bumped and pot holed and unpopular
Despite the picturesque nature, but this
Is the view that distracts, that balances

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Random finds the most
Rewarding; a city of stacked
Mushroom towers
Syfy in my hedge

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Two cigarette butts, the mass
Produced kind; not stamped on, not stubbed
Dropped adjacent to the empty bottle. Eyes in my
Reflection frown, contemplative

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I have seen then here before
Factory workers, watching the sky
After twelve hours of putting identical
Pies into identical boxes

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Barely a rustle from the papery wasp-nest
Two thirds up, in the granite dry-stone
One occupant is returning
Unsure of the weather

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Here is the top of the lane, step
Out from the leaf roof, onto
Neat line edged smooth levelled
Tarmac; surface calm

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Here comes traffic getting
Somewhere, stalled
Flummoxed, fractious
At the double roundabout 

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