so no surprise when I end up
in my muddy boots
facing across a brand new dual carriageway
Not what you would call busy
but there's motion
people off somewhere
and each car is like I'm watching
a day in the life of myself
especially this month
when sunrise blends straight into sunset
Each December you're on your own
dragged into the self-obsessed orgy of solstice
Just you
All the birds have flown
All flowers have dropped