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Jun 2016
Locked the door
then opened my mind
for a spring time stroll
from home to city
via streets, fields and a tram
a wave to Mary and hello to Gladys
elderly neighbours tending their pansies
My gathering gait to reach the gate
of the clough and it's delights
descending to a blue bridge
beneath the azure sky
over a rocky stream
riveted by a rivulet struggling over stone
an ascent to a church
with the promise of heaven for the faithful
I sit on the fence
horse-shaped figurines amid swathes of green
a view of the field where I've just been
reaching the village
a takeaway reads "** Fat"
unsure about the menu
onto the Metro
a link in a chain of pain
making a stand by refusing to sit
it smells a bit
of fare dodgers
reaching my destination
reaching my destiny
reachingΒ Β for the parts tutors don't teach
reaching for the parts others don't reach
The Metro is the unpopular metrolink tram service serving Greater Manchester
Chris Neilson
Written by
Chris Neilson  M/Manchester, England
(M/Manchester, England)   
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