the river at the scrapyard
as close a slippery allows
the riverside grasses flow
beneath the feet of a diversion
for the scrapyard is out of bounds
there’s this thing
that has a long handle and a weight
and it swings and bangs
and demolishes things
we could walk the railway past
but that is on the other side of daring
so we lean out around the fence
around the wall
above the river
and make it our duty so to do
so
the canal in the tunnel passes
and where the wall is broken we peer
at the fear that echos no way
no way are we going in there
far better to visit the robins nest
and speculate what’s next
on our flight of fancy
the scrapyard is a wrecked adventure
and the river has flown by
spinning on heels
the whether or not cock points
and we take off
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