1905
6.78
19.iii.25
set off in the hope
of not knowing
Gore Cove
Track Series
I was down in the bole
when a voice
and that’s a kind of fire too
not what you think
in fact the day aflame
you’d touch and so we’d tell
I duck
a willing wisp
set off in the hope
of not knowing the way
it’s scratch this down
my own prescription
good to plant something
feet first
limbs overspread
a pram pushed by
no choosing the colour of a day
any more than where you were born
when words first
whose
set off in a hope
I too bring joy
least I can do
take a trail daily
be damned
go on
set off
as if
never looking back
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