Tuesday 14 January 2014

Wheels

Out stretching my legs, I move over for the tractor and
huge trailer to pass, its beautiful sweet rot of silage
taking me back forty years and especially to that Christmas
morning feeding livestock and the thrill of you with me
in the cab, the other thrill as we slid at speed down the
dewy hill - differential fucked and a ton of pungent maize
thrusting from behind with the wheels locked so that even
surviving intact couldn’t take the rush of that movement
away. So today we still seek out the existential, though on
other treads, driving the car well over 100 on that last bend
up the by-pass before turning off towards home. It’s all OK
as long as the wheels don’t fall off, and for obvious but also
different reasons we can’t rely on our legs for moving out
into the faster lane, another weight pushing from behind.

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