Wooly Pieces
Some days are longer than others
Just ask the man who waits in
Trees unmapped and surrounded
Ask the wanderer bone dry
Noon at the crossroads
Out there blistered & lost
Ask the petulant child
Inked into a corner
Lined forever lost
Ask anybody wearing a hat
You know them every one
Who needs shelter from
Tomorrow ask the sky
Trail into the next
Wager for wooly pieces
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Photograph © D Young
Poetry © R Young
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