This poem is taken from PN Review 35, Volume 10 Number 3, January - February 1984.
Views from the RoadCornfields lie toasting, poppies wave
red handkerchiefs, our speed
tosses the roadside weeds;
the hedgerow holds its flagdays, we might give
spare minutes that could change these paper favours
to live, seedbearing roses, but the road -
the road will not release us.
Leaves dance on light, place flat green feet
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