To weave through
The silver sheeting
Bananas and pears
To climb above
To sweat and climb
To perch on the outcrop
Hidden
Watching
The glistening crests
Twinkling stars
Of achievement and grace
A man in a leather Stetson
Takes a picture of gorse
With an M&S bag
You're not fooling anyone
It's a live band
Singing to the milling glistening crowd
And I wonder
Is that that band,
The one I met,
The one that once
didn't want to walk
in the same direction as me?
If I had someone here
If I had someone to run to
Would I be here?
Running races
up the shining path
Madness is spreading
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