Two Chairs in an Empty Field
We’ve hours to spare, and
indifference to endless road work.
The Autobahn is walking pace –
we are two empty chairs in a field going
That ache down my leg
woke me again. Again, we’re
back to the back. L4. L5.
Couldn’t stay in bed,
so I walked around the room,
trod the fuzzy hotel carpet.
Lorries stretch long into Belgium.
On and on. I couldn’t sit that long;
I’d have to walk.
I’d walk asleep if I could.
Spring has overtaken Hannover.
Misty fog in the lime green thicket.
The lame and fractured
walk when the Earth turns green.
We leave one radio station behind,
and I tune in another.
We’ve crossed the Rhine.
The title of this poem and the A.I. digital image are inspired by Cecilia Gunther’s “The Kitchen Garden”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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