Yesterday,
dreams pulled me aside,
entered a shoppers’ queue
to unchain the grip
of this town cellar life.
The facades across the road
dissolved in wheat fields,
I once sought out this.
Large stores linked together,
a lake formed where they were,
waters’ filled with stream-lined koi
for a year’s reflection.
Whilst I composed myself
a startled fox jumped
for freedom,
for hope,
in the remains
of stacked summer sheaves.
The street changed too soon
for me to take in, nothing left,
but to start inside again.
