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Glimpsed 19 October 2014

I look right just short of West Malling
As an orchard fills the train window.
It's static in the late afternoon sun:
Regularly spaced trees in leaf
Above the too green grass.
The plants briefly frame a church tower behind,
Which is a stone rectangle topped by a cone:
Its perfect off white shining against
A fairy tale blue sky and fleeting cloud balls.
Glimpsed where earlier there had been
Barbed wire and nettle:
As we passengers leaving London
Are bound for our futures.


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