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It’s as though they’re on a boat in the middle of a canal

With tow-paths either side wondering which way to go,

On which side do they moor? If they moor it, they somehow

Have to tie the boat, with a saturated rope,

To that rusty, iron cleat and once they’ve tied it

On the wooded side, where there’s so much to find, such hope,

And a ruined abbey far in the distance or on the

Safer side, there’s a Georgian town centre with

Chain coffee shops and Bangladeshi restaurants

Up a bit of a cobbled hill,

But nothing too challenging.

But for now, they’re in the middle of that canal

And neither quite dare take the wheel and turn the rudder

Towards the woods in case, for the other,

Even as it feels like evening, it’s just not quite the right time.