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  • I can see more
    than I can from a car:

    fields
    billowing green

    clouds oyster-white,
    a kite

    wide-winged over the road
    toy cows motionless

    sitting down, standing up.
    Orange leaves drop.

    Blue shadows crouch under walls.
    Who watches over all this?

    I would like to say God,
    being upstairs on the bus,

    but I suppose it’s just us.

    by John Daniel