Lane

The trees shivered,

And night came down.

And, in the morning

I walked upon the fossils of leaves

And the blood sang in my ears.

And I floated along a cobbled lane,

Where the roots of an ancient oak, dislodged the stones of puny time

And colours red and gold

Red and gold

Stuck to my heels.

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