Distance
A train tunnelling through the night-time lights briefly
before the sound, self-weaving,
eventually becomes another thread in the wind.
From over the fields, a dog barks; perhaps a fox
stirring the undergrowth, a flurry of wings in a coop;
the commotion broadcast along the chicken wire.
A bird is calling from the unknown of vanished daytime;
a child listens; a key turns;
another vastness opens in the sweeping of invisble wings.
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