Hay Fever

concentrating hard on nothing
sweaty flesh      aching muscles

no memory of words
only basic landforms

corn field       barbed wire fence
trees           distant a desire path

follow it out               grassy blur

city boy more than ever
in pungent country air

folding tissues this way     that
longing to be back in the natal

heart of red brick    grey concrete
wandering wet tarmac streets

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