Portrait

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Golden heads on springtime stalks, dancing in the wind

One by one, by one, by one

Portrait by portrait

Rolling waves

Of olive and emerald

Beneath the sapphire sky

Art seen but once among a thousand

In the rhythm of wooden poles and broken white stripes

Accompanied by the musings of an empty mind

Quiet of noise and of time and of thoughts

Dreams and muffled memories

Perhaps yours or possibly something else

On the tip of your tongue

Suddenly lost completely

After a particularly woolly lamb

Another metal box trespasses

From time to time

The tranquility of eternal rhythm abruptly broken

A reminder that you are, in fact, also an industrial intruder

In their quiet musings

And so follows a curious daydream

What life led them to be travelling down the same little obscure country road?

The one you discovered by picking a line on a map

And driving in whichever direction took your fancy