The first describes a specific day.
SEVEN REASONS WHY THIS IS NOT AN ORDINARY FRIDAY
The chain of red lights on the ceaseless line of lorries.
Such a sun rise.
The quality of light in the trees.
The corona around the clouds.
The colour of the spring grass.
I coast on fumes to Plymouth because I did not check the fuel gauge.
I meet the magpie in the quad for the third time this week, and think I have discovered her m.o.
She watches me as I walk back to my car.The second is a brief prose poem.
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