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Why

Do you

Walk in the

Middle of the

Road when it is hot?

Is it because you are

Thinking of those long summers

Past when you sauntered down country

Lanes, grabbing at the seeded heads of

Grass, kicking mushrooms of dust as you scuffed

Your feet and breathed spoiled blackberries, sweetened hay

And the cloying scent of a bird fallen socket-

Eyed from its nest? Is it this you imagine when I

See you close your eyes and step off the pavement, arms swinging?