like a flock of sheep, graze
across the field of the car
park. Small groups and singles,
feeding quietly, scattered randomly.
The proverbial solitary jumbuck
lies on its side, its wheels
hanging over the edge of
the perimeter drain, almost
out of sight, clinging onto the
herd by hugging the asphalt,
waiting for a shepherd to rescue
it and return it to the fold.
MDC
13/11/2020
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