the place

31 Oct

it’s out on the edge. i have a sense of it there. past the railway station and then the second turning on the left.

or is it the seventh?

It’s a place thats always in the process of turning into something else. Perhaps that’s why you tend to find yourself there at dusk. Or dawn.

watching the clouds being woven together over the abandoned tennis court behind the brickworks

it’s a place that’s forgotten what it’s there for

which wouldn’t matter so much

but it’s a place that still dreams

and that matters quite a lot.


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