Tags
1977, 6*, Abbeywood, cars, distance, horizontal, road, sound, sunlight, telegraph poles, telephone lines, vertical
long
road
the bright sunlight splash-splsshd
across the street perched
on telegraph poles
across telephone wires as
cars
ebbed
away
the warp and weft of ebb from the days when some cars were painted ochre and road-traffic was already acquiring its own saturation of speed all amidst the hatching of verticals and horizontals, a heady mixture for a gazing teenager wondering not only what it was he has to do but also within which direction
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cars wormhole: ‘in my car I pass…’
sound wormhole: Journey
mlewisredford 