Touch O’ Blueberry About It

Two men
Resting after a cycle ride
Outside the Tesco Express
Drinking cans of Monster energy drink
“Got a touch o’ blueberry about it, eh?”
Reminds me of my own bike rides
As a wheezy kid
Cycling into wildness
Up by the Five Sisters shale bings
Deep in darkest Westwood
Where the blaeberries grew
In amongst the trees
Plump, blue and juicy
Wet like the grief bombs
Waiting to go off
In a future that I knew nothing about
As I wandered happy
And carefree
In the sacred place
Known only to me


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Initiated Man
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