Morning

above the pines
clouds heap-up against the sky
and the blue Peugeot and red Hyundai

before they join the traffic flow
tread lightly to the junction slow

and soon the feint impressions
that they've made
in the tarmacadam fade

poem by STEPHEN BRIAN BradyReport problemRelated quotes
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