Spray from the road
washes the clean
propelled existence
soaked in fumes
daily speed routine
wearing down rubber
year round daily pilgrims
emissions or eviction
pollute to survive
commute or die.
Ciaran Burke
Commuted sentence
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The road rambles into the decline,
One way to go, nowhere else to be.
The fresh water hurries to meet the sand, to wash with it to the sea.
Golden stretch in stone green embrace beneath a blanket of grey,
Torn to reveal a flash of blue,
and a golden promise behind the hill.
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