J.H. DickinsonPoetry, Essays and Art By J.H. Dickinson from All-Creatures.org


I glance
ahead towards a truck.
Your head rises.
Eyes alive.
Woolly soul.

Sweet moment.
Saddened reality.

rain soaked windscreen,
I witness.
You, glance again
and gaze back at me.

I follow. I will always follow.
And never turn away.

What do you think of us?
The cacophony
of noise.
Thrum of cars.
Fuel and stench.

I mark the moment.
I see truth...
and value.

I glance.

Sheep face
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