Monday, 7 November 2011

Hard Shoulder

This car has stopped. It's sitting on the
Hard shoulder of the M11. "Hard Shoulder"
What is the hard shoulder? It's not in the
Mainstream. It's at the edge. All these
Cars driving by, driving on, red tailights
Steadily passing. Moving on to their
Destinations, while I sit here, as the sky
Grows dark. Stuck on the hard shoulder.
This hard place. The destination I envisaged
Thwarted for now. Waiting. In a hard place.
On the edge. This hard shoulder of life.

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