Out driving in the February sun
Shielding my eyes from its low blinding rays
Turning a corner to realise I’d gone
The wrong way again. Don’t I know this place?
(I’ve lived here so long it must know my face)
These stones, bricks, yellow lines upon the road
These red green yellow controllers of pace
At junctions should tell me how to decode
The fastest route from A to B! I slowed
And wavered, chose, then cursed as I had gone
The long way again, the worst of two ways.
Some days I’m lucky but today the mode
Is getting it all wrong. Still, I’ve bought one
Or two things that I’ll need these next few days
Sun 4 Feb 2007
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