Drawbridge up –
forever closed,
we hear the tune,
and follow.
No choice,
but to burrow
under.
No alternative,
but to root ourselves in for the long haul.
I feel the sharpness of the spade
as it chops this worm in two
regurgitating us forward into
the light, as we bundle-up and
drop
right
into
the
dark
depths
of
Conwy.
Edward’s 24th Great Grandson receives his specs!
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