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It's taken 20 years to write this.

Menorca

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse01 Dec 2017

I left behind
Gin and Georgian houses
To find refuge
In a field of flowers.

Basking in midday heat
A sow between litters
Lay giant and snoring
Soft in the corner,

And in the middle
Squatted a pile of stones,
The grave of an unlettered
People, long forgotten.

I sat and stretched,
And feeling movement,
Glanced down to see
A snake coiled around my foot.