The train
shuddered,
and the castle
and cathedral
heaved its ancient
brick
away
into
the mist.
The hills
rose up in
wet green
waves.
I slipped into
sleep.
And verdant
trees
rolled out
of the cloud;
broccoli
steaming in a
stainless-steel
sky. Black birds
swarmed like
bees, the
light turned
pewter.
And then the
storm
came, and
swallowed
us
whole.
The rain
drilled the
window panes
and
fled like
frightened
eels. (Whose
mothers
ran beside
us through
the fields).
Lightning
glimmered,
darkly.
And then we
emerged.
It was like
waking
from sleep
and
beginning to
dream,
all at once.
The sky too
blue.
The post-rain
grass
too green.
The horses
too shiny
in their
paddocks, like
plastic figurines.
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