The
long circuit
Our
ride is over
a
faint narrow track
that
dissolves into rivulets
and
deep tyre marks
it
has trickled
and
slowly brought itself
to
a halt
as
it slips through the fingers
of
forest and wood
where
it came from
untroubled
I
never understood
where
it might be going
returned
to the land
where
the dead have been sleeping
back
to ocean and sand
calm
and quiet
as
the unconscious
from
where it once sprang
it
rides underwater
every
spring
every
year
at
the centre of the cycle
of
the circuit we were
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