• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 12
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A walker leant against the fence
her eyes scratching meaning from a map
mind trying to etch shapes and lines
into the land gouges, bumps and jutts

the police man rolls over the wire
his belt briefly snagging under
the soft fold of seven item breakfasts
fitness focused on fading figure

a young child grasping excitement
with any climb, balance, jump, leap
imagined chasm, wistful daring and done
hands full of keepsakes forgot

the farmhand drags poles, hammers wave
cutters snap meaning from metal
four wheels badly parked, lane end
red tape hanging from a metal box

an old couple wanders in familiar memory
the rescued key inspected, rehung
so passers can witness its rust age marks
familiar held hands soften as they disappear