Isn’t that far, just 506 Kms direct
down the track like a warm after-
thought, clutter of detail wrapped
in mind to eye imagination as an
express thoroughfare; a corner or
two to parley along the way & no
doubt beset with the aptly applied
distractions of navigable currency
But it is more than a line on a map;
distance colludes in curves & bends
thru a time-infectious path blended
with fascist anomy, ‘be there or be
square’ pegs embedded in rounded
holes blest by communal anarchy
© 28 February 2013, I. D. Carswell
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