Motorway Trees

 

In this ancient and furrowed field,

All I see are

Neon lights and

Motorway trees.

 

Blue light, full beam,

Miles of the same.

Never change, never grow

Like motorway trees

 

Eyes track the median,

Dipping and leaping.

Count the broken lines

And motorway trees.

 

Overpasses and service stations –

Which junction is this?

Mile-markers, catseyes,

Black bags in motorway trees.

 

The Stele

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