A ribbon of black
threads across
the trackless moor
hugging contours
Distant hills
looming either side
blue pieces of glass
reflecting the high sky
Dark blankets roll away
in green, yellow, brown
and black to the horizon
waiting to be cut for fuel
The road forks
where rocky hillocks crop out
angling down along the riverbank
and coming to end at the pierhead
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