for BC
Riding out of the ice crevassed rock.
Horwich, Buckshaw, Lostock Parkway
Every station stop is business.
Buckshaw, Lostock, Horwich Parkway
Midnight misting across like hail.
Lostock, Horwich, Buckshaw Parkway
My hands were lost in a mobile's light.
Horwich, Lostock, Buckshaw Parkway
Headlit motels at a taxi's halt.
Buckshaw, Horwich, Lostock Parkway
Fox eyes stared from a terrace window.
Lostock, Buckshaw, Howich Parkway
Railways unspooling from under wheels
Edale, Chinley, Grindleford, Hope
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Tuesday, 6 November 2012
LANCASHRING
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