A Breath of Fresh Air. A poem by Trish Bennett

Our road is loaded.
armed with children,
with roaring exhausts,
quarantined pensioners
— out for the air,
all speed down
the light-tunnelled lane
to park
a trigger hair
from each other.
They roll down
their windows
to inhale
the lake’s
breath-taking breeze
as it ventilates in
to empty jetties.
Servant to a menagerie of creatures, some human. Poet. Tells stories. Makes a show of herself. Beekeeper. Takes photies. Throws knives. http://trishbennettblog.wordpress.com/

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