Our walk into the town past squat, shy cottages
Along a twine unwinding canal erupting spring and boat fuel.
Swallows tuck and skip nimbly like hollow bones
Against it's surface
And the cries of distant peacocks
Like children pulled roughly from a sweetshop window.
Along a twine unwinding canal erupting spring and boat fuel.
Swallows tuck and skip nimbly like hollow bones
Against it's surface
And the cries of distant peacocks
Like children pulled roughly from a sweetshop window.
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