By the unkempt bed-hair of roadside verges, green waves break on oceans of tarmac. Two metaphors collide. Colourful wild flowers, or maybe defiant weeds, catch my eye. Raised on sunlight and petrol, they thrive by a sterile carriageway. Revving, I feed the underdog until sunrise.
Friday, 1 October 2021
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