White Lines

White lines and trees 
fly at speed
imploding, horizons.

Phantoms on gallows high
that wave me on 

The line speaks of road
and places known.
Of distant shores and home.

Florescent shadows 
loom from black.
left by gods 
travelling this same track

© Dave Kavanagh   

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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