noticed a change in colour
of pace
he walked with his bike
most folk ride
it used to be a railway line
flat and straight
he returned back past me
said he forgot something
further down the track
the bike was propped
by a tree waiting
while
sparrows muddled in the dust
cattle reached for the lower
branches
leaves are changing
and there is mistletoe
on one branch
the runners came after seven
lithe and nimble
smart headphones
pony tails bobbing
i walked on and saw a young heron
close
it rose. flew through the trees.
agnus dei
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