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Cattle Guard
 
Over the cattle-guard's rusted-pipe parallel lines
weeds growing through, gatepost designs
geometrical triangle forms
and I'm almost home
passing a collection of long-dead cars
the older been there maybe eighty years
and the whole world blurs
out of focus
and I can't control
the flood of memory.

By tony parsons

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