The one track road goes one way up
It's northwards to the sea
Water flows in varied ways
It seems at least more free
Sleepless nights in windy ports
The revving of the air
A stewing mess of worn-out thoughts
A hairy shirt to wear
The green outside is startling
My eyes can barely cope
They breathe a little better now
A rinse has eased the soap
The empty beach is magical
It sells no candy floss
Alone with you I smell my life
The getting and the loss
© Rachel Fox 2005
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