this morning there
is a fog
across the coastal
plain
roiling dark over
the city
obscuring the sea
like the dust
from a horseman's
army on the gallop
we descend from
the clear air
of our higher ground
to catch the train
a vanguard
hurtling towards the
leading edge
in a charge of our
own
round about Maylands
we duck our heads
brace for impact
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