Road

We come here, on a bicycle
To address mock hectoring

From the pulpit of unbelief
Curious about another side

To address a pile of silences
Sitting on a dappled sunset.

Road is no road with gates
Bricked up and dog’s barks

Beyond window float away
On a wind promising rain.

(reading Philip Larkin’s poem “No road”)

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