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james mcgonigal
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                     The Trail

Which we sought, with its aftermath of brambles.
It took us ages to write that letter and go out
under the stars to post it – to the stars!

At the end of the gutter we found the moon shrunk
to a two pence piece. Along the road, the long road
we returned, quite a short walk home.

I screwed my eyes to see
—fish were swimming
through the horizon and turning into birds.
Between the sky’s rafters they swam or flew.

No-one was hanging there. Now I need to buy
extra stamps to send good news like this
more frequently to all my friends.