She follows the river
north. A rail bridge
that goes both ways
conceals the inevitable.
If she hires you
to photograph the real
landscape of her dreams,
be prepared. She’ll expect
a train
on each horizon.
She follows the river
north. A rail bridge
that goes both ways
conceals the inevitable.
If she hires you
to photograph the real
landscape of her dreams,
be prepared. She’ll expect
a train
on each horizon.
Interesting poem… especially as I live near a river called “The Wye”
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