border crossing
the other side of the line
mingling with those
from far and wide
beautiful animals
polished horn
bags of skeins and roving
fleeces oil the skin

outside in the evening
incessant noise: motorway
traffic, always on the
move and through the dark

geese fly overhead in
formation as the
sky changes from
blue to green

tide out in the estuary
when we were passing;
remnant of ancient breeds
hang on in the islands
where we have been

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