down the heat and the path along
[by the railway]
by the railway-fennel ]grows it is difficult to find[
though its scent
..................................is everywhere after.
(You have crossed the old, collapsing bridge.)
the big mill chimney is still there—unstill
it shakes down a plume of shade that cycles
like a sun dial gnomon
......records nothing but its own presence
on the water
where sometimes-geese in their own concerns
and chase away the smaller ducks
halfheartedly
"halfway to here and there is that bridge
and after that I don't know"
it seems futile sometimes
but humans are good at/getting/up/again
...............walking
after having been laid waste
like everywhere flies after a volcano
.
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I remember that place x
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