I took a brush with death
In a spineless caravan,
Shooed of the road by a steel tiger,
Edged with tooth and nail,
Dusted with fear from
A split windscreen.
I looked off the bridge into infinity,
And saw red brick houses
At the back of my eyes.
Grow up under the leaves,
A wind that makes no sound,
The hiss of suspension over speedbumps,
The concrete sign says
‘welcome to everywhere’.
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