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mist

flying my blue motorbike
over that big old bridge to Wales
into an enfoldment of mist

nearly blind
I slowed to a near stall

over the hump
descending
a lorry came up behind
flashing lights
honking

lifting the helmet’s visor
I saw that the cloud
was left behind
except for a little bubble
all mine

Severn Bridge

HC: 2020