On a summers afternoon, pinned behind the wheel,
feeling entombed by a grey vinyl dashboard,
I decided on more pleasing route home.
The road through wood, field and pasture.
Tree after tree passed on both sides,
heavy with foliage, so dense in the sunlight.
And the parallel lines of the road,
now bridle reigns pulling me in
through the rise and fall of a meadow covered
in buttercups, spreading their colour to the horizon.
Scattered in the fluttering grass
lay cows by the dozen.
The ancient beasts were down on their bellies,
heads up looking on down the road.
As if seeing into a future, that to the rest of us
will always remain shrouded.
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