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Old Barnes Glimpsed From a Speeding Car
The corner of my eye notes it
as my car speeds by,
eyesight pings it
momentarily, an image
looks back.
The outbuilding is vacant,
bathed in a sparrow and bat time
that flutters inside its hollow shell.
Barn ambience
has kidnapped my attention
it has stabled my eyes in a timeless stall
where horse tails hang suspended
from broken timepieces
not clocks, just pieces of time
that,
like dust in sunlight
muster in the air
to mime a car and a glance
rubbernecking back.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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