this rain
shivers on us
again
but again
that rare thing
extemporises
grey lain
among the green
or
orange lights
chase moving shadows
there
between road
and rotting rail
impasse
an action
of the state
anxious
sheeting
the lifting jet
fears
goes into
the seeded clouds
passing
we pass
as we go
into
Jill Jones
28 September 2005, 4.45pm
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