Going back

You try to tear the thin patch in the cloth

to rip time open

but it shimmers

just out of reach

beneath the new buildings

and other trees

its sounds drowned by the motorway roar

where once was only woodland and canal.

The view has changed

new houses, too many people, too many cars

The sea still gleams down in the distance

but the frame has shrunk.

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