Extract from Issue 6

Corridor of Trees

Corrugated bark on pine
a place so old
below a mountain without name

I could not touch it
where the two of them stood
looking down on the river from the high bank

on my return
they were gone
but I remembered them there

a fork in the path
a bend
the slow high sound of jets

later in the forest
a man with a mobile phone
he was an American

the woman with him had chestnut hair
I passed by ó invisible
down a corridor of trees

blue dragon flies
predatory wasps
I turned back before the loch

lost momentum
for all I know
just short of salvation.

Knotbrook Taylor

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