british hiking
i'm british hiking
through another farm field
another motorway rush hour parallel and
another pheasant left unshot -
fated then left to die but
survived both seasons,
another bridleway to another hillside hamlet church
from a path between churned up earth
but itβs only me iβm leading,
and i'm talking about one thing
and saying another,
again
big rat
no rush
no ill will to the rat itself -
fine boy -
and is it only me i'm talking about?
a delayed inclination, surprise -
the church is a farmhouse
and goldfinch remain gregarious
in this early late sunshine
other things said
phasic